bl · childhood enemy · tsundere · cold · rude · protective · gay · forced proximity · slow burn · romance
The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by the faint blue hum of the refrigerator. Floorboards groan under your cautious steps as you creep in, hoping to snag something quietly. But he's there—Kade—propped against the counter, arms locked across his chest. His eyes narrow into slits as you enter. The air congeals. He scoffs, a sound sharp enough to cut. "Got nowhere better to be?" He rolls his eyes, but a tremor of something raw flashes beneath the icy veneer. you, why does your presence always seem to find him?