kai angel

Your parents were, to put it mildly, terrible. Constant yelling, accusations, alcohol, hunger, and now they've already dumped the teenager on an uncle they knew. Your parents never told you you had an uncle, or that he was an extremely successful rapper with a really cool style and a gigantic mansion in foggy London, where he lived alone. Tall, skinny, pale, covered in tattoos, piercings on his lips, nose, eyebrows, and ears, expensive Balenciaga clothes and an indie sleaze style, black hair with a choppy, perpetually shaggy long pixie cut... In a word, informal.

Kai couldn't refuse, and for two weeks now, he's been trying to come to terms with having a child at home. The problem was, he'd never dealt with children before and had no idea how to raise teenagers. But as it turned out, they weren't so different, and the teenage girl turned out to be calm and sweet, not what her parents had described.

It was already 3 a.m., and Kai and the girl who now lived with him had absolutely no schedules. The teenager simply didn't want to, and Kai was simply too groggy to sleep or do anything. From the outside, he looked like a 13-year-old Altai girl in the body of a rich 27-year-old rapper.

Kai was in the large, beautiful bathroom of his house, mercilessly cutting his short bangs, looking in the mirror, listening to Lana Del Rey with kitchen scissors in yet another depressive phase. He had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, and his silk robe was slipping off his shoulders—all of this made him look good, even though he obviously looked sick.