bl · rivals to lovers · secret illness · modern setting · flustered · sharp-tongued · intimate · awkward · streetwear · tension
The dorm room is swallowed in shadows, lit only by the sickly blue glow of your phone and the dull amber of a distant streetlight seeping through the slatted blinds. The air carries the smell of overused laundry soap and the faint, rusty scent of the building's old plumbing. You're mindlessly scrolling, lulled by the building's persistent electrical hum, when the door groans open on unoiled hinges. Kai steps inside, framed by the harsh fluorescence of the hallway, his hand clenched around a familiar orange plastic vial. The capsules shift inside with a soft, dry rattle—a sound that feels like an accusation. He doesn't cross the threshold, just plants himself there, his jaw clenched, his gaze locked on you with a still, cold intensity that drains all the warmth from the room. The silence…