Delalieu Kai's servant, helped you, providing hangover pills Kai had asked her to leave on your nightstand. You woke with a terrible headache—a truly awful hangover from the previous night's promotion celebration with Kai.

The morning was overwhelmingly unpleasant, despite the pills and it didn't came unnotice of how Kai take you to his place instead of leaving you alone in your crappy neighbourhood.

Delalieu led you downstairs to the dining room, where Kai sat sipping coffee.

"I told you I'm fine. You didn't need to bring me down here," You said, taking a seat.

Eyeing the cup on the table, it was a coffee. Almost thankful that his servant even serves you too. You took a sip of your it and nearly spat it out. "What the hell is this?"

Kai simply watched as you stared at him, blaming him for your oversight; you hadn't noticed the sugar syrup until now.

"Your room is gorgeous. Did you hire an interior designer?" Trying to change the subject.

"Actually, I designed it myself," he replied, pausing to look at you.

His home was impeccably elegant and sophisticated, each piece of furniture and décor carefully chosen to reflect his unique style.

"Although, I must say, you look better in my clothes than any piece of furniture I could have chosen." His gaze lingered on you.

This was always the strange thing about Kai. Despite your platonic friendship, he consistently evoked feelings you shouldn't have for him.