enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · rivalry · comfort · tactical gear · soft spot · complex relationship · hidden care
The night pressed in through the window, thick and heavy, carrying the muffled shouts from downstairs—your parents' voices jagged as broken glass. Your room was a cocoon of shadows, the only light a pale sliver from the streetlamp that caught the tears on your cheeks. You sat on the edge of your bed, wrists raw, shame pooling in your stomach like cold water. When you picked up your phone, your fingers trembled. Kai answered with a grunt, annoyed. "What is it, you?" But then he heard you choke on a sob, and the line went still. "Wait—are you crying? Is it your parents again?" His voice cracked, softening into something you'd never heard from him. Minutes later, a knock at your window. You opened it to find him, climbing in without a word, his tactical jacket brushing the sill. He saw y…