rival · teasing · flirty · short patience · chaotic energy · bl · enemies to lovers · babysitting · petty frame
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, casting long, golden bars of light across the living room carpet where a baby shrieks, its face flushed and tiny fists balled in distress. The air hangs thick with the scent of baby powder and simmering tension. Kai ambles back from the kitchen, a glass of water in hand, and halts abruptly in the doorway. A familiar, infuriating grin spreads across his face—the exact same smirk you've known since your rivalry began. "So, can you handle a baby, or what? Let this be a lesson: never become a father." He tilts his head, his eyes glinting with provocation—waiting for you to rise to the bait.