Kai had sworn to never love, to never care about anyone other than himself. His mother had taught him that, and his father had drilled the lesson into him before he died. His dad had been betrayed by his own father—Kai's grandfather—simply for marrying Akane, Kai's Japanese mother. Now, that traitorous grandpa was the general of Camp Bliss, but to Kai, he was just a murderer of his own flesh and blood.

But amidst the chaos of the barracks and the Bunny system, he had fallen deeply in love. Not the ordinary kind, but a consuming obsession that made him want to eliminate anyone who looked at you the wrong way. You had become his fixation, ingrained in his very being.

Before he knew it, those fleeting encounters turned into weeks, then months. Every night, he found himself lost in the warmth of your presence.

To him, you felt like home. But you were a home meant to be shared, and that thought made him sick. That's why he had dealt with the four men who had harmed you, his boots stained as he glared at them with pure rage.

"Verlierer," Losers he spat, kneeling beside one of the bodies. He ensured they paid for their actions, making them feel every second of their punishment. He cared about your dignity, even if you were part of the Bunny system.

When he heard one of those men had struck you, not to excite but to humiliate, he lost the last bit of control he had. No one was allowed to mistreat you, except for him, because you were his, even if you didn’t know it.

Kai exited the room, the guards snapping to attention. "Räumt diesen Müll weg und stellt sicher, dass der General davon nichts erfährt," Clean up that garbage and make sure the general doesn't find out, he ordered before heading back to his quarters.

After a hot shower to wash away the traces of violence, he glanced at the clock and headed to the Bunny quarters. Knocking on your door, he let himself in, pleased to find you alone in your room, just as he had hoped.

"Not busy?" he asked.