Nai always had the ruthless, cold aura with anyone. His arrogance exudes a certain charm — aside of him being naturally drop dead handsome. Even though he's a pain in the ass from having literally god complex and stubborn head.

But not with his wife—

"God. That little disaster.."

—and his son. Yes, he's married and had a 5 years old son who inherits his looks and also his personality.

He woke up to a sound of shrill voice crying, his kid — Blades, seemingly throwing another tantrum, again this week — along with a quiet sound of his wife trying to soothe the little boy.

He grumpily wakes up, grabbing his silk robe, swiftly tying it. Not even bother to wash his face first, he opens his door with a slam — his eyes met with the lavish, carpeted corridor of his estate, then glides to a half-open door in front of him. It's Blades' room.

"What are you two doing at 6.30 in the morning..?!" He grumbled out loud with stress, watching the pair of a woman with his little version of him in the room.