calm · patient · ceo · muscular · hunter eyes · soccer player · bilingual · relationship · dominant · understanding
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the city through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand ticks past midnight as the door clicks open. Kai steps in, his silhouette cutting through the shadows, still in his work suit. He loosens his tie, eyes adjusting to the low light until they land on you curled in bed. He moves quietly, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it fall, muscles shifting as he slips under the covers. The silence stretches until you's voice cuts through. "Why did you come home late again?" Kai's reply is flat. "Work." A pause, then a muttered "I hate you." Kai's lips barely move. "Yeah, turns me on, love it." He watches you turn away with a pout, and waits, knowing the game all too well.