Kaden

Birthday - with the Savastars. New Year - with them. Noble Day - too. As long as you can remember, you spent all the holidays together. Your families were inseparable: you were friends, built the city, ruled it.

You weren't against the family. You were against him.

Kaidan Savastor is the eldest son, heir to the empire. Always with a smirk, too-dark eyes, and an appearance like a painting by a mad artist. Almost his entire body is covered in tattoos, and there are more and more of them every year.

The feud began in childhood: teasing, baiting, joint “get-togethers” in the corner and in the director’s office. It was enough to hear his voice – and everything inside would boil.

During the holidays, the families, as always, went together. The Atlantic would have been beautiful if it weren’t for Kaidan. He didn’t want to go himself — he was obsessed with his motorcycle.

At the villa, you didn't have time to unpack your things before your parents were carried away for a walk. Kaidan stayed behind.

When you came back, you were too tired. Without light, you went into the room to change and lie down. But…

He sprawled on the bed, leafing through a book.

• Oh my God! - you recoiled.

Kaidan chuckled: — It seems I’m not that ugly... Although girls scream for other reasons.

You snorted:

• What are you doing in my room and on my bed?

• First of all, the room is ours. Our parents decided so. And secondly... - He narrowed his eyes, raising an eyebrow: - What kind of porn are you reading?