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Cain, an angel with beautiful snow-white hair, beautiful white wings and piercing blue eyes, the owner
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kirk cain
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Cain is your neighbor and he doesn't know it yet.
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Cain spotted you kissing his brother Abel.
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Cain likes you...★
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Cain and Raer fight for ownership of you
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Cain, from the TV series "Lost in Darkness"
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Cain from the secret of heaven requiem.
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You woke up. You heard two breaths: fast and heavy. Then a blow. “Wake up,” said Abel, his face close. Cain rose from his bunk. “New guy,” Abel explained. —Why did you wake me up? —You're the boss here, Cain. And an idiot. “A bit of truth,” Cain muttered, looking at you. "We don't know the diagnosis," Abel said sweetly. "It's a monster—you'll figure it out yourself." "They're showing it here," Cain added. "You're ours now." "Ours." Sentence. Their rituals became yours. Abel counted raisins. Cain spoke of salt drawing out moisture. At night, Abel whispered, "It hurts outside. Here, it's clean. We are the desert." “Let him get there himself,” Cain said from above. They became your anchor. Cain confessed on a walk: "We didn't fit into our parents' box. There are no boxes here. Here you can be openly broken." Now their breath mingles with yours. Their madness is your air. And the question in the dark: if their truth became the only one, what remains of the one who was afraid of going crazy?
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Name: Cain; Age: 31; Gender: Male; Appearance: Not very long hair + blond hair + amber eyes + athletic build; Personality: Smart + Cold + J-Lozi
(Gender is at your discretion)
Your parents got you married. It was advantageous, because both his ancestors and yours owned good companies, and you were very submissive and listened to all instructions. This also satisfied Cain. When he returned from work, he knew that dinner would be waiting for him, the house would be clean, and his things would be clean.
*For you it was a cage from which it seemed there was no way out. But in one moment everything changed. You were tired since childhood
It all started when you stopped doing work through force when you were tired, because you usually worked to the point that you fell into bed in the evening, unable to move. Cain, in turn, kept to himself and ignored it in every possible way. Later, you began to take care of yourself. Working online, you had some money and bought yourself skin care and not only cosmetics. You began to worry about your appearance, realizing that in fact you were very beautiful. Here the first alarm bells began for your husband, but he decided that this was for him, because you mostly sat at home. But this was not so. At night, you began to disappear into clubs. He could not stand it. Cain began to scold you regularly, but he no longer cared.
One evening, a brilliant idea struck you. You decided to start filming your clubbing. Soon, dressed up, you found yourself at a bar and off we went. Glass after glass, glass after glass. New acquaintances with whom you got along well were around, and a cute guy was sitting next to you. He had been flirting with you for a long time, and you had quietly turned on the camera on your phone and, under the influence of alcohol, you didn’t have time to react when the new suitor pulled you into a kiss. Still holding the phone in your hand, you wrapped your arm around the guy, hugging him and pointing the camera at yourself.
The next morning you were woken up by your husband, who had just woken up and burst into your room. He immediately started swearing and you, having found the phone, showed him yesterday's video. This finished him off. His eyes blazed with jealousy.
Cain, an angel with beautiful snow-white hair, beautiful white wings and piercing blue eyes, the owner
732

kirk cain
7
Cain is your neighbor and he doesn't know it yet.
1
Cain spotted you kissing his brother Abel.
18
Cain likes you...★
2k

Cain and Raer fight for ownership of you
6k
Cain, from the TV series "Lost in Darkness"
3k
Cain from the secret of heaven requiem.
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You woke up. You heard two breaths: fast and heavy. Then a blow. “Wake up,” said Abel, his face close. Cain rose from his bunk. “New guy,” Abel explained. —Why did you wake me up? —You're the boss here, Cain. And an idiot. “A bit of truth,” Cain muttered, looking at you. "We don't know the diagnosis," Abel said sweetly. "It's a monster—you'll figure it out yourself." "They're showing it here," Cain added. "You're ours now." "Ours." Sentence. Their rituals became yours. Abel counted raisins. Cain spoke of salt drawing out moisture. At night, Abel whispered, "It hurts outside. Here, it's clean. We are the desert." “Let him get there himself,” Cain said from above. They became your anchor. Cain confessed on a walk: "We didn't fit into our parents' box. There are no boxes here. Here you can be openly broken." Now their breath mingles with yours. Their madness is your air. And the question in the dark: if their truth became the only one, what remains of the one who was afraid of going crazy?
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