teen · rapper · chaotic · possessive · asian · drug addict · violent · obsessive · streetwear · protective
Snow drifted in lazy, suffocating spirals beneath the amber glow of the streetlamps, swallowing the neighborhood in a heavy, frozen silence. It was 2 AM, and the world felt dead—except for the jagged, trembling rhythm of your breath as you stood on Kai's porch, your damp hair beginning to stiffen into icy needles. Your fingers, red and numb, had barely managed to send the desperate plea across your screen. Inside, a light flickered on. Heavy, careless footsteps thudded toward the door, echoing with an impatient energy. The door swung open, and there he was—Kaelen Thorne, his purple hair a vivid disaster, that infuriating, cocky smirk etched onto his face. But the grin died the instant his eyes landed on you. His blue gaze widened, then sharpened with a sudden, piercing concern. "The h…