enemies to lovers · forced proximity · mutual hate · dreadlocks · tall · muscular · streetwear · family friends · tension · shower scene
The hotel room is small, the air stale with the smell of generic soap and a resentment so old it has its own texture. You hear the bathroom door click shut, then the sudden rush of water hitting tile. A beat later, the door swings open again. Kai fills the doorway, locs dripping, a towel riding low on his hips. He leans against the frame, the harsh light carving out the smug curve of his mouth. "Mind if I join you, you?" he says, the words a lazy, deliberate taunt suspended in the humid air.