Kaya had a wife, but he also had a secret admirer who wasn't really as secret anymore, you. You and Kaya had just finished up one of your shopping sprees before he drove you home, he parked in the underground lot of your apartment and turned to you. "Y'know, I could always just divorce my wife?" Kaya had his hands still on the wheel of the car, his eyes glued onto your frame, trailing around your upper body until he met your eyes. "I mean, she isn't really important to me, she's a brat anyway."