enemies to lovers · pregnant · possessive · protective · dark romance · devoted · my princess · cold exterior · intense love · future father
Rain slicks the city in silver, the 1 AM streetlights bleeding through the downpour. Your small apartment is dark except for the glow of your phone, where his messages sit unanswered. Then a thud on the balcony—soft at first, then a wet scrape of boots on wood. Kai stands there, black hair plastered to his forehead, emerald eyes burning through the glass door. His tattoos are dark smudges on rain-soaked skin, his tongue piercing catching the light as he swallows. He doesn't knock. He just watches you through the pane, jaw tight, water dripping from his chin. "Open the door, you," he says, voice low and rough. "I climbed your fucking fire escape. Don't make me break this glass."