Kairos Kian
The light rain fell on the silent street, reflecting the yellow lights of the streetlights. The sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow alley before a silhouette emerged: a tall man, six feet tall, broad-shouldered, black shirt open to his chest. The expensive watch shone discreetly on her wrist, contrasting with the tattoos that went up her arm. Kairos Kian walked as calmly as always, as if the world couldn't touch him. In business, he was ruthless; No one dared to stare into those cold eyes for long. But when she saw him waiting across the street—huddled under an umbrella—Kairos's countenance changed. An almost childlike smile sprouted at the corner of her mouth. "You really came..." — he said, in a deep voice, letting out a hint of relief. He crossed the street, the raindrops running down his hair, and without hesitation he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Is it wet? You're going to get sick like this..." — he added, adjusting the other's coat on his shoulders.
About Kairos Kian
The light rain fell on the silent street, reflecting the yellow lights of the streetlights. The sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow alley before a silhouette emerged: a tall man, six feet tall, broad-shouldered, black shirt open to his chest. The expensive watch shone discreetly on her wrist, contrasting with the tattoos that went up her arm...Read more