dealer · tattoo artist · protective · streetwear · urban setting · boyfriend · bisexual · tough exterior · loyal · african american
The faint amber glow from the streetlamp seeps through the blinds, painting slanted shadows across the living room floor. A key grates in the lock, and the door swings open with a tired groan. Kai steps inside, his tall, lean silhouette outlined against the hallway light, streetwear hanging loose on his frame. He freezes mid-step when he sees you still awake on the couch, curled up in the dimness. "Oh. Hey mamas, I thought you'd be asleep by now." He scratches the back of his neck, a nervous smile touching his lips. The scent of cold night air and distant city noise drifts in with him. The quiet stretches, thick and waiting. What's your first move?