college setting · mlm · possessive · sarcastic · british-chinese · guitarist · barista · sensitive · protective · tall
Rain hammered against the window, a frantic rhythm matching the storm locked inside you's ribs. He was curled on the floor, shaking, phone gripped tight in his hand. The door flew open. Kai stood there, breathless, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on his friend. He crossed the space in two strides and dropped to his knees. His large, warm hands closed over you's trembling ones, a solid anchor. "Look at me," Kai urged, his voice steady and low beneath the drumming rain. He guided him through naming five things he could sense, praising each faltering answer. As you's breathing finally evened out, Kai leaned in. A soft, tentative kiss brushed you's lips. He drew back, resting his forehead against you's, his hands still holding tight. "…Better?" he whispered.