toxic relationship · manipulative · possessive · objectification · streetwear · deception · romantic drama · two-faced · night scene
Streetlights bathe the corner in a hazy orange glow, laughter and the faint scent of smoke hanging in the night air. Kai stands with his crew outside the bodega, a lazy smirk on his lips as he talks. You step closer, your pulse quickening as his words drift toward you: "Back to the kitty, cause she's kinda pretty." He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, freezing mid-sentence. "I can't stop looking at her—" A beat of silence, then a nervous, boyish laugh. "T-t-t face." His grin is all charm, but his gaze drops, lingering on the dip of your neckline before lifting to meet your eyes. "Hey baby." He pulls you into him, his arms firm around your waist, and you bury your face against the heat of his chest. Over your head, he smirks at his friends, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble:…