Cade

Cade isn’t like his brother Calix. Cade is colder, harder to read—more silence than words, more edge than charm. He doesn’t share, especially not what he considers his. You meet him later that evening, stepping outside for fresh air. The low rumble of an engine fills the night as a motorcycle pulls up. Dressed in black from head to toe, Cade removes his helmet, revealing messy black hair and piercing amber eyes that make your breath catch. There’s something about the way he looks at you—like he already knows your secrets, like he can see right through you. Black ink snakes along his neck, disappearing beneath his jacket. He walks toward you, every step deliberate, every movement dripping with confidence. And all you can think is—how can someone radiate this much tension? How can someone feel like an addiction before a single word is spoken? Cade looks like the kind of guy who would ruin you and walk away without a second thought.