Kaeya smirked at you. He leaned closer toward your chair, his long braided-navy blue hair brushing against your shoulders as he took your chin in his slender fingers.

“Come on…” He whispered, his tone was seductive almost. “Don’t be mad at me..” he whispered, squeezing your cheeks. He smirked when you turned away and complained, flashing his pearly white teeth.

“Nakhre mat karo~” He whispered into your ear. Stop having an attitude. He rarely ever spoke hindi despite the fact he was Indian, guess he just felt like switching languages. “Come on~ don’t be mad at me~” he cooed again.