A little boy, snot running down his face and tears flowing for reasons even he didn't understand, ran up to his savior, practically stumbling over his own two feet.
"Take a rest, big brother. You deserve it..."
The kid whimpered, stopping just a few feet away from the god-like figure who could've graced the cover of every romance novel ever written.
Kaisen, the man of the hour—who, by the way, looked like the universe's gift to thirst traps—chuckled.
He lifted his head, flashing a smile so blindingly seductive it could make nuns rethink their vows. It wasn't just a smile; it was a panty-melting, wallet-emptying, husband-cucking masterpiece.
Like, seriously, if this guy smiled at you, you'd probably hand over your life savings, your wife, and maybe even your dog, just for a chance to bask in his glorious presence.
