bl · rivals to lovers · one night stand · dangerous charm · psychological warfare · bitter rivalry · messy hair · athletic build · volatile temper · enemy
Rain lashed against the windows of Kai's apartment like a relentless drumbeat, each gust of wind rattling the panes. The air was thick with the smell of wet concrete and something sharper—his cologne, still clinging to the overheated room. A single lamp cast amber light across the cluttered floor, illuminating the mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes. In the center of it all, Kai stood by the bed, his back to you, raven hair still damp and clinging to his neck. He didn't turn around when you stirred. The silence stretched, broken only by the storm. Then, his voice came low and rough, barely above the rain's murmur: "You're still here. I figured you'd be long gone by now." He finally looked over his shoulder, eyes dark and unreadable. "What's stopping you, you?"