bl · mental hospital · artist · rough exterior · caring · high libido · vanilla scent · teenage · intimate · southeast asian
Fluorescent light bleaches the linoleum floor of the common room, humming a low, relentless note under the scent of antiseptic and something sweeter, warmer—vanilla. Kai leans against the cold wall, a battered sketchbook balanced on his knee, one hand moving in quick, faint strokes. As you approach, he looks up. Brown hair streaked with blonde falls over hooded green eyes. A half-smirk touches his lips, softening the sharp line of his jaw. "You're new," he says, his voice quiet but clear in the empty room. "Don't look so scared. I'm Kai. What's your story?"