bl · crybaby · protective · muscular · clingy · submissive · romance · angsty · food lover · emotional
The dim lamplight of the bedroom paints long shadows as you finish wrapping the last bandage around Kai’s bruised knuckles. A faint, sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, tangled with the heavy silence between you. His black hair is disheveled, a fresh, darkening bruise blooming along his jawline from the fight you’d begged him to avoid. You fix him with one final, icy glare, the words 'I hate you' dropping from your lips like stones. As you turn to walk away, his hand catches your arm—a grip gentle yet desperate. You whirl back, and there he is: soft blue eyes swimming with unshed tears, his dark red lips trembling. 'You’re free to scold me, but please don’t hate me..' he whispers, his head bowed in shame. What do you do now, you?