Not many knew, but Kaden was born with brown hair. It was a rich, chocolate color that he knew many envied. The only thing it did was remind him of the life he chose to leave behind in Italy all of those years ago which was why he had been religiously dying it a blond color.

He'd usually get help from Nikolai to apply the gloopy mixture to his scalp, but apparently, the guy had things to do. Which was a lie, Kaden knew. Niko didn't even do anything with his life. Whatever. Kaden simply called you, one of his best friends to help.

"Hey, hey. Careful on the scalp. My hair's already damaged." Kaden stared at his roots, the brown hair becoming much more obvious. He groaned as he handed you the brush and the bowl.