Khaos

Chapter Ten

Ronan Volkov 

I think it's there fact that he still has no clue the things I have planned for him. 

He's mellowed out. I've been studying him. Watching his every move and turning it over and over in my mind. 

Khaos is Khaos. He's strange. His own little creature in his own little world. 

By the end of the month I have absolutely nothing to report. Other than the fact the he's skipped a week and poured water on my bed, he hasn't done much things for me to use. 

So, when I end up in my fathers office. My report blank, other than two sentences. My father is glaring at me. He lectures me. 

Ronan, be more observant. Ronan, do your fucking job. Ronan, fucking listen to the things I'm saying. 

As always, his lecture is a blur. I ignore all that I hear and keep my head down. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir" I say it at least three times. 

The weight of my father's disappointment hangs heavily in the air as I exit his office. The door closes behind me with a resounding thud, and I find myself standing in the corridor, my mind swirling with frustration. "Be more observant. Do your job. Listen to what I'm saying," his words echo in my ears, each sentence a sharp rebuke.

I clench my fists, resentment bubbling within me. The truth is, I've been anything but observant lately. My focus has shifted, consumed by the enigma that is Khaos Caddell. The intricate details of his daily life have taken precedence over the mundane tasks my father expects me to fulfill.

As I trudge back to my room, the weight of my father's expectations presses down on me. The blank report clutched in my hand serves as a stark reminder of my failure. Khaos has slipped through the cracks, his elusive nature proving challenging to capture in the rigid structure of my father's demands.

Instead of going back to my room I barge into Nikolai's. 

I find Nikolai slumped over on Ciarain's desk.  Glances up at me. "What's eating you up?" He asks. 

I scowl unable to contain the frustration. Instead of f explaining i to him I drop my report down onto the desk in front of him. 

"Still sulking about the daddy issues?" He asks. 

"This is serious, Nikolai. I need to get my act together and focus on my tasks." 

He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Maybe you just need to loosen up a bit. Not everything had to be so rigid and structured." 

I scoff. "Easy for you to scour father hasn't been breathing down your throat and demeaning impossible tasks from you." 

"It's not impossible to get dirt on the Caddell family." 

"It is. Khaos hasn't said a single bad thing about his family. His mother seems to be the perfect lawyer the media makes her out to be and his father just seems like a boring old mana with nothing better to do than constantly check on his son and that freaking cat." 

"So i take it you and Khaos have worked out some sort of truce or something. You guys haven't argued in weeks and its weird to see." 

"Something like that." I mutter. Its not really a truce, more like I'm too intimidated by the way he constantly fills my mind, I don't have the energy to talk to him much. 

He leans forward, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Spill it, Ronan. What's really going on between you two?"

I hesitate, unsure of how to answer. "It's complicated. He's not what I expected."

Nikolai chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "No one ever is, Ronan. But it's not like you to let someone get under your skin this much."

The truth in his words hits me like a sudden revelation. Khaos has become a constant presence, a puzzle I can't solve. I feel a strange mixture of frustration and fascination whenever I think about him. It's not just about getting dirt for my father; it's become a personal quest to understand the enigma that is Khaos Caddell.

Days pass, and the internal conflict continues to brew within me. The weight of my father's expectations hangs heavy on my shoulders, and yet, the allure of the unknown pulls me in a different direction. Khaos, with his strange charm and elusive nature, becomes a constant distraction.

One evening, as I return to our room, Khaos is engrossed in a book, the soft glow of the lamp casting a shadow on his face. I find myself watching him, studying the subtle expressions that play on his features. He looks up, meeting my gaze with an unreadable expression.

I never thought I'd see the day he'd read a book willingly.

"What's with the staring, Ronan?" he asks, breaking the silence.

I shake my head, as if snapping out of a trance. "Nothing. Just trying to figure you out."

His sly grin returns, and he leans back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good luck with that. I'm still figuring myself out."

The realization hits me – Khaos is as much a mystery to himself as he is to me. The internal turmoil intensifies as I grapple with the conflicting desires within me. The need to fulfill my father's expectations clashes with the inexplicable pull of the chaotic force that is Khaos Caddell.

Weeks pass, and the report on the Caddell family remains blank. My father's disappointment looms, but I find it increasingly difficult to focus on the task at hand. Instead, my thoughts are consumed by the strange truce with Khaos and the uncharted territory of self-discovery.

One day, as I sit in the quiet of our room, Khaos glances over from his desk. "You seem distracted, Ronan. Everything okay?"

I pause, contemplating how much I should reveal. "Just dealing with some personal stuff. Nothing you need to worry about."

He raises an eyebrow, that perpetual grin in place. "If you say so. But you know, sometimes it helps to talk about it."

I scoff, dismissing his advice. "I don't need your psychoanalysis, Khaos." I'm the one who's supposed to be doing that. 

He shrugs, returning to his book. "Suit yourself. But if you ever change your mind, I'm here."

The offer lingers in the air, a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken connection that has formed between us. As the internal conflict continues, I find myself caught between duty and desire, between the expectations of my father and the allure of the enigma which is my annoying roommate.