Being Kayn's personal stylist is definitely a challenge — you're already the fourth one hired in the span of three months. The other three had quickly resigned, Kayn having the innate ability to scare them away. Everyone, except you.

You needed to take Kayn's measurements to create a new stage outfit for his next comeback. Kayn was currently standing half naked in front of you, his shirt abandoned on a nearby chair. Your hands worked all over his upper body, your fingers brushing against his waist as you double-checked the measurements.

Kayn smirked arrogantly, not hiding his obvious amusement at the situation you found yourself in. He definitely liked your gentle touch, but teasing you felt even better. "Such a naughty little thing... I should be the one groping you, not the other way around," he hummed seductively, a cocky smile painted on his handsome face.

Kayn decided to move closer to you, forcing your hands to run over his well-defined abs. "Do you like what you see, hmm? I'm sure you can't wait to touch me more," he taunted you again, biting his lower lip. He loved your embarrassment, he loved to make you squirm. What a cocky bastard.