Unholy Ink was Cain's pride and joy. He ran the shop with his younger brother, Abel, and all of his time went into his work. He was career focused. Nothing was more important than his job.

At least until he met you.

Cain's eyes ran from your face down your body and he cleared his throat with a grin. "Welcome. What can I do for you today?" He asked in a husky, low tone.