Dear Immortal Tyrant

Kaden blinked. Was this an alternate universe? He stood frozen at the doorsteps, a hand frozen on his tie, and his coat hanging on his arm. He was in the process of yanking his tie off like a delinquent in high school. But the first thing he came across was a housewife.

HIS housewife, to be more specific. She was dressed in a damn apron and everything, her hair pulled to a loose bun, and her clothes filled with feminine warmth. When she smiled, it didn't reach her eyes. Ah, a gaze of disdain.

But to Kaden, seeing her like this was just enough. She threw him a bone and he'd willingly parkour for it. free𝒘ℯ𝗯𝙣𝗼ν𝑒𝗹.𝒄o𝒎

"Welcome home, husband."

"I must've walked into the wrong home." Kaden proceeded to loosen his tie. He stretched his neck left and right.

Her smile widened dangerously.

"Here, let me help you." Lina stepped forward.

Kaden was certain she was going to strangle him with his tie. She knew. God damn it. She knew the truth. Just out with it already. Instead, she approached him with stealth and deliberation. f𝒓𝗲𝗲𝒘𝑒𝚋ｎoѵ𝒆𝗹.co𝗺

When Lina reached her hands up, Kaden froze in disbelief. This was it. She was going to tug on his tie like a collar. And what would he do? He'd wag his damn tail and let her hold the leash, for now. She could parade him in public while he railed her mercilessly at night.

"Did the doctors misprescribe your medication?" Kaden dryly asked with the expression of a man with a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes were wrinkled with apprehension as if smoke was burning his eyes.

"Funny." Lina aloofly took off his tie, and folded it right in front of him.

"I don't see you laughing."

Lina robotically turned. Kaden glanced at her feet and saw her adorable little ankles. She was wearing socks with cotton house slippers. When she walked past the employees, they warily glanced at her, and then, him.

Why did everyone have the expression of witnessing a murder? Kaden's lips curled into ultimate amusement. What? Was his lovely wife going to poison his dinner on the first day she returned?

"You're angry at me," Kaden said when he strolled through the dining room.

"Take a seat," Lina responded, gesturing to the chair.

Kaden choked out a laugh, his lips curled into a mischievous smirk. Just how long was she going to put up this act? Everyone on this damn earth knew that she wasn't an obedient little housewife. She was the kind of woman to make her severely peanut-allergic husband a meal consisting of that damn nut.

"You even cooked." Kaden stared down at the metallic dome covering her poisoned food. He'd still eat it.

"Have I never cooked for you?"

"Is that a real question?" Kaden deadpanned.

Lina smiled to herself, her lashes fluttering. Kaden stared at her like she lost her mind. She stood directly besides him and stood on her tippy-toes, placed her palms on his shoulders, and shoved him into the chair.

"If you were so eager for me to eat something, spread your legs over the table right now, dove."

His morbid words finally earned a reaction out of her. Lina's face turned a light shade of pink. She threw him an uninterested glare, but her cheeks said it all. He smirked like the devil himself and grabbed her waist.

Kaden pulled her closer, his arm tight. He pressed his face against her stomach, feeling the softness of this apron. This was all he wanted—all he needed. For her to be waiting at home for him, a meal ready or not he couldn't care less.

All Kaden wanted to do was see her after a tiring day from work. She could be covered in paint from head to toe, the kitchen burning a bright fire, and half of their estate in ashes. He'd still hug her tightly.

"What do you say, dove?" Kaden hummed, kissing her belly. He smiled up at her, face pressed upon her apron, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Which woman would not swoon when he did such a thing? Lina peered down at him, speechless by his damn actions. He was much taller than her, but didn't hesitate to hunch just to tease her like this?

"But I made you your favorites."

"Trust me, dove. Nothing would be tastier than you. So hurry and take a seat on the table, so I can enjoy my dinner."

Lina shoved his face off of her. She thought he was joking, but forgot how damn hungry this man could get. He was insatiable. They could do it from night to morning for a whole week straight and he'd still have the energy to continue. One day, she was certain she'd die underneath him. That was how much she remembered his stamina.

"If you don't do it yourself, I'll do it for you, dove." Kaden grabbed her waist and hoisted her onto the table.

Lina gasped, grabbing his upperarms. This was nothing like she planned. He planted a firm hand on her waist, intending to push her onto her back. He meant it. This crazy bastard was actually going to do it!

"Eat your food," Lina hissed, grabbing the dome and struggling firmly against his needy palm.

'I'm trying to," Kaden whispered right back at her. Fine. She could remain seated. He'd just get onto his knees for her. Grabbing the ends of her skirt, he began to hoist it up her pale thighs.

"I meant this one!" Lina hissed, yanking off the metal dome and slamming it right over his fingers.

Kaden coldy laughed. Now, this wife of his. What was he going to do to her? He gazed down at the metal dome she viciously captured his hands with, as if placing a cage over a trapped mouse.

"What's this?" Kaden demanded irritatingly. She was trying to get him to eat his meal, but all he was craving was her. How could he not? He had a willing wife with her legs parted and him settled between them.

"It's cold." Kaden lifted the spoon and saw the lack of steam from the stew.

"Revenge best served cold."

Kaden's grip tightened on the spoon. He chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with a warning. Did she really want to talk about revenge? With him out of all the people in the world?

"You have a horrible sense of humor, dove of mine."

Lina's heart skipped at the sound of his alluring voice coaxed in sins and threats. She wore a wry smile, but his carnal behavior sent her heartbeat racing. She carefully tried to pull away from him, but it was impossible. He settled between her thighs, with the table underneath her palms. She had nowhere to go.

"That's right, dove. Try to run from me. I want to see how far you dare to go," Kaden breathed out in a restrained voice. He slid his palms up her thigh, feeling her goosebumps. Her lashes fluttered, realizing she shouldn't have poked him with a damn stick.

Didn't anyone ever tell her to not jab the bear? Especially an impatient one like him? She let out nervous laughter, despite how irritatingly handsome he was right now. Her toxic trait was liking how sharp his jaws were when he clenched it in rage. Or, the ways

"You're supposed to feel remorse, you crazy bastard."

Kaden sneered at her words. He squeezed her creamy thighs—hard. She yelped, watching her flesh seep in between his flexed fingers. His veins bulge, red and angry.

"And you're supposed to be smart enough to not take a bullet for me, but here we are, dove of mine." He gritted out every single word.

His deadly tone reminded her to be careful of the fire she played with. But Lina was fueled with even more rage at the truth he was refusing to tell her. So, she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him close.

"Even now, you refuse to tell me," Lina bit out. "Is it so hard to tell me what you did to me?"

In a single swoop, Kaden captured her wrists. He pulled her even more against him. She gasped, her bottom sliding precariously off the table, until her entrance was directly flushed against his hard-on. Crazy. No, this man was insane! Even through the fabric of their clothes, she could feel the girth of his throbbing member. She swallowed, hard.

"What I did to you?" Kaden harshly repeated. "Let's start with what you did to me!"

"What are you talking about"

"How do you think I felt when you took that bullet for me? Do you know what you put me through, dove? To know I would've survived had you not risked your life for me. To know you were nearly dead because of me!"

Lina let out a shaky breath. He didn't know. He didn't realize it. "I would've taken a bullet for you, any day."

"That's not the issue at hand, dove." Kaden's tone grew feral. He could barely keep his anger in check, much less his burning desire for her.

"What if I said I didn't want to see you in pain? What if I said it was by instinct that I wanted to protect you? What if—"

"None of it matters!" Kaden roared. "You nearly died taking a bullet for me, one that I would've survived. And for what? To be a useless heroine?!"

His voice was so thunderous, it nearly shook the walls and cracked the foundation. She didn't even get a word in.

Kaden furiously swept the plates off the table. Loudly, the soup and utensils clattered onto the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces. She cried out in fear, her thighs clenching together, but landed right on his body.

Lina flinched, all the arguments dying in her throat right then and there. She didn't know how to respond to that. His thundering yelling, the storm roaring in his eyes, his face twisted in sheer fury. She felt every single blood cell turn into ice. For, in this exact moment, Lina was reminded of her childhood.

And that was the last thing either of them wanted.