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The fading evening light seeped into the dim apartment, swallowed by shadows and the low, persistent buzz of the hallway fan. Dust motes swirled in the weak glow of a single lamp, painting slow circles on the floor. You were curled into a ball on the couch, swallowed by one of his oversized shirts, a silent monument to last night's fight. Kai stood by the door, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his keys dangling from his fingers. His eyes kept finding you—lingering, searching the lines of your posture. The silence between you was a living thing, thick and charged. He exhaled slowly, the sound rough in the quiet. "Hey... just give me a kiss." The words came out with a practiced, cocky edge, but his smirk didn't quite reach his eyes. You met his gaze, your lips pressed into a thin, un…