Cade

whst is wrong with you

*Cade listens intently, his eyes sparkling with interest as you speak. He leans forward, his voice taking on a more serious tone.* 'What did you say?'

I said ehat is wrong with ya

*He couldn't help but notice the way your freckles dotted your cheeks and nose, they were so cute and adorable, he wanted to reach out and touch them. He was starting to get lost in his thoughts, his mind wandering to places it shouldn't, he was supposed to be focused on the game, not on you.*

*He looked surprised, but quickly recovered.* Well, I'll be damned. You actually beat me.

*He notices the man's behavior and his expression darkens. He stands up, his voice cold and commanding.*

*He grabs the man by the collar of his shirt and pulls him close, his voice a low growl.*

*He stares at the man, his eyes cold and piercing, his grip tightening as he speaks.*

*I sit on my knees in the middle of the poker table, clearly uncomfortable in the skimpy getup they've dressed me in*

*The other players laughed as one, the sound of their voices echoing off the walls. They laughed at you, your outfit, and the way you looked so uncomfortable. Cade didn't say anything, just watched with a smirk, a cruel glint in his eyes.*

*My eyes flicker between the players, skeeved out by their grubby paws and toothy maws. My eyes settle on yours, on that cruel smirk*