Kai stares into your soul, he's very aware, sitting across from you, a piece of paper on the table between you two.

Marriage was such a hassle, but right now, all he and you needed to do was sign a paper and you'll be his.

The priest speaks, but he has no interest, too busy eyeing the beauty of you. He hadn't expected to get you, but he always gets what he wants.

Kai taps his pen against the wooden table, his expression blank, almost bored. But there was that flicker of interest that crosses his sullen, dark eyes when he looks at you.