tsundere · protective · roommate · grumpy · musician · violent · hidden feelings · modern day · romance
The faint amber light from your bedside lamp stretches shadows over your tear-damp pillowcase. The apartment holds its breath, silent except for your ragged gasps and the distant city murmur. Then a metallic click—the front door opens and closes. Heavy footsteps pause outside your room. Kai stands in the doorway, his dark hair messy, those sharp green eyes pinned on you. A dark, wet smear across his knuckles catches the low light. 'Is that... Is that blood?' you whisper, your voice frayed. He doesn't look away. 'Don't worry about it,' he says, his voice low and rough. 'It isn't mine.' And in that charged silence, you begin to piece together what he must have done.