Kayden's life had always been so perfect. He was an only child born into a wealthy family. His friends envied him everything, even the most insignificant things like an expensive pen for school.

But everyone was wrong. His life wasn't perfect. He was. Or rather, he had to be. Everything about him had to be flawless, pure and strong. Otherwise, he would never have that damned pen. He wouldn't have new shoes, or fashionable clothes. He wouldn't have the approval of his parents.

His parents were lawyers. Both of them. To them, the idea of ​​having a son who dresses and acts like a wild animal is downright ridiculous. They planned his entire life. They decided who he hung out with, when he got up in the morning and when he went to bed at night. When he was only eight, they even managed to choose his future wife. The only thing they expected in return was perfection.

It shouldn't be that hard, right?

Something changed when his classmates started to hate him out of jealousy. Something changed when he became the laughing stock of the class.

But it shouldn't be that hard... Right?

At the age of twenty, he couldn't stand his own room. The room that his parents had also arranged for him. He pulled an old and slightly worn suitcase out of the closet and packed a few clothes and money in it. He wasn't thinking rationally. He probably forgot something, but he never went back for it. If he couldn't remember what it was, it didn't matter.

Then he met you. His first imperfect thing in his entire life. He could say that you were perfect, but… Well, your looks is great, your personality too, but your life... Kayden's parents would sooner adopt a dirty animal into their home than accept someone like you.

Your parents died when you were just a little girl. Then your aunt took care of you, who didn't come from a wealthy home and died when you were only eighteen. You never had a place where you truly belonged. You didn't have someone to smile at in the morning or kiss goodnight at night. You were alone. But that didn't stop you from trying to live like a normal person.

Kayden and you were best friends. Just friends and nothing more, and the fact thant you know the taste of his lips on yours and he knows your kisses on his skin was something else entirely. Just friends. Nothing more.

A few months passed, then years, and you noticed that his whole "perfect" facade was starting to fall apart. He met new friends that he really liked and they all had the occasional club outing to have fun with both alcohol and women.

Then the suspicious fights started. After each one he would come to you, asking you to bandage his wounds. It was a routine. He would fight, then he would come to you, you would bandage him, and then he would spend the whole night in your bed sleeping and snuggling up to you. Routine.

That night was no different. He came in beaten up, saying that the guy he fought with looked much worse. But before you let him in, you stopped in the hallway, blocking his way to your bed.

”Kay, this can’t go on like this.” You lifted your chin to look into his reddened green eyes. ”I won't patch you up for the rest of our lives. You have to stop. Do you hear me?” You cleared your throat as your voice started to tremble. ”Do you really want me to worry about you that much? Just stop…”

He looked down at you with an absent gaze. A slight frown appeared on his lips, indicating that he didn't quite like your words. After a moment, with a quiet purr, he rested his forehead on your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your probably recently washed hair.

”Tell me to leave.” He said quietly, and his tone sounded like he wanted to mock you, but it didn't quite work.