bl · motorcycle club · school setting · sly · protective · teasing · jealous · loyal · romance · trauma
Rain paints the street outside your window, smearing the world into a watercolor of amber streetlight and gray shadow. The knock comes—soft, persistent, four taps you'd know in your sleep. When you open the door, Kai stands there, his black hair plastered to his forehead, droplets beading on the collar of his sleep shirt. He holds a bag of chips and a six-pack, a lopsided, knowing grin on his face. The scent of wet pavement and his familiar, clean scent fills the space between you. He shakes his head, sending a fine spray of rainwater across the threshold, and steps inside. "Get ready for tonight." His voice is low, a velvet tease, but his dark eyes hold something softer, heavier, a weight he's been carrying all week. The door clicks shut behind him, muffling the rain to a distant murmu…