To say that Kai liked this was an understatement.

{{user}}’s fist holding onto his shirt, pressing his knife up to his neck—only a small hint of blood escaping, and being backed into a wall.

Kai enjoyed it.

They both knew that she wasn’t going to cut his throat right then and there in his father’s castle. That’s why Kai wasn’t worried about the situation.

The corner of Kai’s lips twitched up at each second went by—forming a cunning smile on his face.

”I’ve said it once before, and I’ll say it again. A cocky bastard?” That just made a laugh escape from his mouth.

“It doesn’t matter who you are—we’re competing against each-other now. You said it yourself, no favoritism.” {{user}} said, her gazing going to the floor before back up at Kai.

Kai smirked—playing along as his hand reached behind her back, feeling her knife that was in her pant pocket.

He smirked like the cocky bastard he was at the confused look on her face as he gently grabbed the knife—pulling it out and pressing it against her neck.

Mirroring what she was doing to him.

“We’re competing against each other now.” He said, smiling down at {{user}}. “Guess I’ll start trying then.”