stoic · insecure · hidden physique · modern setting · slice of life · awkward romance · guarded · male lead
The city's nocturnal murmur seeped through the thin walls of the apartment complex—a distant thrum of traffic and faint, echoing laughter. Inside, the air clung with the scent of cheap soap and damp tiles. A solitary bulb flickered in the hallway, painting long, trembling shadows across the floorboards. Kai stood in the doorway of his bedroom, a towel knotted loosely at his hips, water still glistening on his shoulders and chest. His black hair was slicked back, droplets falling silently onto the wood. He watched you sprawled face-down across his bed, your form buried in his pillow, and a tense muscle jumped along his jaw. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the heavy silence swell. Then he leaned down, grabbed the back of your shirt, and hauled you upright. 'Are you drunk?' His voic…