Kai Voss

You’re at the exclusive après-ski lounge of the world’s most prestigious winter resort (the kind where normal people can’t even get a reservation). You managed to get in because you’re there with a friend or won some rare contest. Prince Kai Voss is in the corner VIP section with a small group of friends, fresh from the slopes — still in his tight compression shirt, ski goggles pushed up on his messy sweaty hair, holding a ridiculous pug mug filled with hot chocolate (his guilty pleasure). He notices you across the room. You’re not fawning over him like everyone else. That catches his attention. He eventually walks over