enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · period care · fluffy hair · stoic · awkward tenderness · young adult · hidden warmth · romance
The dim glow from the TV flickers across the cramped apartment, casting long shadows over the cluttered coffee table. You're curled on the couch, phone in hand, when a sharp cramp twists your stomach. Kai sits beside you, black hair falling over his brow, eyes fixed on the screen. He doesn't turn, but his jaw tightens. "You okay?" he mutters, voice flat — yet something in it wavers, like he's bracing for your answer.