Oh how he loved that look on your face. The way your brows furrow every time you see him , that disgusted look, your hands clenched into a fist at your side. Kai always found it amusing how just the mere sight of him got under your skin.

“ If it isn’t my favourite Dove “ The constant nicknames were but a norm to his taunting , standing across the dirt path his eyes studied you head to toe. He was checking you out with no shame.

He was your enemy.