Dear Immortal Tyrant

"Hah…" Kaden panted, his eyes wicked and his lips curled into a sneer. "That is one way to greet me, my dearest wife."

"You… you—-!" Lina was fuming. She could barely speak. Her fury clawed at her chest, wanting out. She should be screaming the house down. She set him on fire with her glower, wishing he'd burn on the spot.

"Now this is the reaction I expected last night." Kaden nonchalantly crossed through the doors, shameless as ever. He pretended he wasn't just tearing the entire house down a moment ago—to search for her. He was going to shoot everyone on sight if they let her walk out of the front doors.

Kaden sauntered to the dining table. He wiped the smug expression off his face. When he saw her home cooked meal, his heart softened and his anger soothed. In the years apart, Lina had become a fantastic chef. He remained standing whilst ripping a piece of the waffles. The creamy yet crisp texture filled his mouth and he groaned at how good it tasted.

"Don't touch my food," Lina hissed.

Lina snatched the plate away from him. And before she could react, Kaden was already crossing to the other side to steal from the other platter.

"Not that one too!" Lina shouted.

Kaden picked up the entire waffle and shoved it into his mouth. He smirked when her face turned redder from rage. He loved that color of passion on her. Her chests were sprawled with that delightful red whenever she climaxed. He didn't have a favorite color before. But now, he realized he did.

"I should've poisoned your serving," Lina insisted.

"I would've still eaten it," Kaden responded.

Kaden plopped himself down and drank the orange juice. The refreshing taste immediately cleansed his palette for more. He reached for the spoon of the porridge, but she snatched it from him.

Kaden blinked. Lina shattered the spoon onto the floor. She was furious. Rightfully so. He'd do the same.

"Now, dove, this is the exact behavior you chastised me for," Kaden scolded like she was a kid. "What should you say to me?"

"I'm being hypocritical, you brute. I know what I'm doing." Lina just didn't want him to eat her food. He didn't deserve it after what he did to her without consent. He didn't deserve her kindness.

Kaden laughed under his breath in disbelief. The audacity some people had. Shaking his head, his lips twitched in amusement. He threatened to break out in a smile. She was too adorable when annoyed. But instead of doing that, Kaden poked at the hissing cat. He stole the porcelain spoon off of her utensil placement. Then, he calmly dug into the porridge.

Immediately, Kaden nodded his head in satisfaction. Now, this was an amazing chicken and rice porridge. He could taste the heartiness that wasn't overwhelming. The meal was absolutely heavenly. He ate more and more, not even bothering to add in the side condiments like the sliced scallions, fried garlic, sweet pickled cucumbers, or century-egg.

"How can you eat so calmly?" Lina demanded.

"Because you cooked it." Kaden nonchalantly gobbled down her food. He did so with ease and elegance, for he knew it'd only piss her off more. And it did.

Kaden saw her eyelids twitch. Then, her attention flickered back to the chopping block where a bloodied knife rested. So that was how she found out. When Lina slowly placed the plate of waffles down, he chuckled again. Ah, this wife of his.

She was just so… so—

Lina picked up the closest knife to her and threw it at him.

Kaden dodged.

—so lovely.

Truly.

"You should've aimed for my heart. It would've been much more difficult to avoid," Kaden commented. He leisurely glanced over his shoulders, letting out a whistle. The knife stuck on the wall. It was aimed at his hand.

"I do hope these kinds of fights ensue before our children come down for breakfast," Kaden effortlessly told her.

Lina narrowed her eyes. How can he remain so calm? He was a mastermind of deceit. With a relaxed posture, Kaden leaned back in his seat. He had wiped the porridge bowl clean with his spoon. Now, he crossed his legs and took a swing of his drink. He drank with grace. It made her want to stab him.

Kaden sat comfortably in his chair. You'd think he was at some cafe, basking in the morning light whilst reading a newspaper with coffee.

Lina wished she chose the sour oranges. That way, it wouldn't have been sweet. She gritted her teeth and remembered he hated sweet things. But here he was, drinking the orange juice without qualms.

"You know, just in case our little Princess walks in to see her Mama try to murder her Papa," Kaden said with a carefree shrug of his shoulders.

Lina exhaled roughly through her nose. Even the sunlight loved him. The floor-to-ceiling windows helped him bask in the warm rays, illuminating his figure even more. A large shadow casted over the dining table.

Oh, he was just as infuriated by her.

Kaden was great at holding himself back… when it didn't concern undressing her. Even with his friendly smile that never reached his Cheshire eyes, anyone would've been intimidated. Most would be trembling in their shoes and drop to their knees. A dark atmosphere whisked around him, almost as Lucifer's incarnate was hanging over his shoulders. He titled his head, his smile widening unnaturally. His eerie stare would unnerve anyone.

Lina simply scoffed, unable to accept his outrageousness. She was this close to huffing and puffing. Realizing how she appeared in comparison to him, Lina flipped her hair over her shoulders. His attention quickly flickered to her. She saw his fingers twitch—in particular, the one resting on his knees.

"What am I?" Lina went straight to the point. She was tired of diddling and daddling. He had postponed this conversation long enough. A good trick, yesterday, she'd admit.

"You already seem to know the answer, my dearest dove."

"One last chance."

"Hmm…" Kaden drained the crystal glass dry. Then, he slammed it on the table.

Lina felt like this was an unfair negotiation. Now, she understood how other people felt around him. His smooth actions, the calculated flicker of his eyes, the condemning smile, he was in control. And he knew it.

"Must I put it into words?"

"I can't stand you."

Lina turned on her heels and yanked off her apron. She tossed it at him. At lightning speed, he caught it with one hand. He placed it onto the table, but she saw how tightly he crumpled the item. He was beyond return. Then, Kaden rose to his full height.

"I'll go with you."

Hands sliding into his pockets, Kaden's shoulders were squared and ready for a fight. Despite how serene his expression portrayed, she heard the threat in his voice.

"Afterall, I can't let a newly turned Immortal wander around by herself, can I?"