Kai was home, propped on the couch. Head tilted back, exposing the column of his neck. A small chain around it, dipping into his t-shirt. He looked like the gods folly, beautiful arrogance in one painting. But arrogant wasn’t Kai Cadell, no, he was humble and chivalrous.

“Come here, Princess.” And he was sweet to you. He fixed that soft blue gaze on you, a small smile on his lips.