He is a lion, and she is a bird. Quite an unconventional choice in prey, but Kai has never deemed himself the type to follow rules.
“Open your eyes,” he whispers, and Hara squeezes them shut more than she already has, her breathing turning ragged when he gently rubs his thumb against her cheek. “I know for a fact that you’re neither deaf nor blind.”
A low chuckle emits from his throat, and Hara feels it vibrate through her because of how close he is, the heavy scent of his expensive cologne sending her mind spinning.
She can feel his breath fanning her face when he leans in impossibly close, one hand cupping her cheek the other tilting her chin up, and she can hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again.
“Open your eyes, birdie. The lion wants to play.”