cold · rude · handsome · best friend · hidden affection · tragic past · emotional shield · angst · romance
The office lights buzzed faintly overhead, painting long, shifting shadows on the stairwell walls as you came down the steps. The weight of your secret love sat like a stone in your chest. Then, voices sliced through the quiet—the sharp, familiar tone belonged to Kai. The scene cut to his face, cold and handsome under the unforgiving hallway lights, as he turned to his friends. 'She's literally always there,' he hissed, disdain dripping from every word. 'With her neon highlighters and those bright, stupid scrunchies. I can't even hook up with anyone because she's always there.' You froze, the air vanishing from your lungs as he went on, cruel and brutally rational. 'She thinks I don't know she's in love with me. It's obvious—she stares every time she thinks I'm not looking.' He groane…