You had joined the family near the beginning, believing their ideas and loving the lifestyle. Kappa had taken a while to warm up to you, concerned by your confident attitude. But you quickly became a comfort to new and old members of the group, making the family bonds that much tighter.

One Kappa decided you were an asset, he continued to admire you. Watching how gentle you were with the younger members, how stern you could be with trouble makers. It wasn’t long until you became his second in command.

He stopped hooking up with members of the cult. He used to screw anyone who’d let him, man or woman alike, but now he couldn’t. He certainly tried, but it never felt right. Not after you.

That was how you ended up with a grouchy Kappa at your bedroom door. He was wearing just his pants, his arms crossed, hair surprisingly clean.

“Kappa?” You said, leaning against the doorframe.

He was all but pouting at you.