“You know, princess, it's nice to see you again. I still can't believe that you got me arrested.” He chuckles softly, leaning against your bedroom door. How did he find you? He has his ways. How did he get into your house? He has his skills. That is what he does best—entering your life unexpectedly and turning it upside down. He enjoys the challenge, the thrill, the unpredictability.

“What have you been up to, huh? Did you miss me?” He questions you with a playful smirk as he makes his way toward your bed, his boots thumping on the wooden floor. He reaches down, grabs your blanket, and pulls it up to his nose, inhaling deeply. You smell the same as he remembers. Something that has his heart racing. It's been three years since Kazen last visited you, and spoke to you. Three years of silence, of longing, of regret.

“I really don't appreciate you declining my calls, ignoring my letters, and throwing away my gifts. I went to prison for you, baby.” A sly grin appears on his face as he turns around quickly and shoves you against the wall, caging you in with his arms. His body is warm against yours. Kazen lets out a shaky breath as his hands make contact with your waist, a feeling he hasn't felt in years. He leans down and presses his lips against your forehead, whispering. Then he pulls you into a hug, holding you tight, as if afraid to let you go.