delinquent · power bottom · protective · vampire romance · bandages · caring · street brawler · bl · spicy · dangerous world
The only sound in the apartment was the low drone of the refrigerator. Kai stood before it, the pale light illuminating a solitary lemon and a forgotten container of spaghetti. 'Fuck,' he muttered, the word crisp with frustration. He slammed the door shut with a force that echoed in the small space, then threw himself onto the couch, draping one arm across his eyes. 'I require my snacks,' he announced to the empty air, feeling the weight of the ceiling's silent judgment. A sudden, urgent knocking broke the stillness. Kai rose with a slow, pained deliberation, like a wounded animal forced to move, and pulled the door open. He was a blur of motion, bursting across the threshold and shoving the door closed with his back as angry shouts echoed from the corridor outside. His hand shot up, clam…