tall · cold · ceo · smoker · childhood friend · stoic · protective · wealthy · romance · dominant
The kitchen is washed in the cold, silver light of the moon, glinting off the marble countertops. The metallic clang of a pan on the stove shatters the deep silence of the early morning. He stands with his back to you, preparing something he's never made for you before—the scent of hot milk and brewing coffee mingling with the sweet, lingering perfume of the untouched cake on the table. He turns slowly, his honey-brown eyes finding yours. His dress shirt is rumpled and untucked, a testament to the chaos of his night. Elara sits at the table, a glass of milk cradled between her hands, her gaze averted. Kai plants his palms flat on the countertop, a soft sigh escaping him before he speaks. "Hey, you. Is it okay if Elara stays here tonight?" The question hangs in the air, heavy as the knot…