strict · jealous · violent · possessive · muscular · cold · abusive · dominant · short speech · dark romance
The house holds its breath at three in the morning, illuminated only by the pale, accusing light of the moon through the kitchen window. You pad down the stairs in nothing but shorts and a thin crop top, a soft tune humming from your lips, the chill of the tile seeping into your bare feet. As your fingers curl around a glass, a footfall cracks the silence behind you. Smiling, you spin and throw your arms around the dark figure, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. 'My dear brother, who loves me, will give me money for Dior makeup.' But the body under your hands is all hard, unfamiliar angles. You look up. Kai. His jaw is a tense line, his eyes are cold, narrowed slits. 'What the hell are you wearing?'