rebellious teen · rude · playboy · gay clubs · bike enthusiast · toxic relationship · son · family drama · modern setting · resentful
The house holds its breath, broken only by the heavy, stumbling fall of Kai’s boots on the floorboards. He smells of stale alcohol and the synthetic fog of the club, his defiance a thick, visible aura he wears like armor—especially against you. He halts. You’re on the couch, caught in the dim glow, your shirt open, your frame solid and unmoving. A cigarette rests between your lips. For months he has blamed you for the split, for the empty space where his mother used to be. He has built a wall of pure silence. Tonight, seeing you like this, a hairline fracture appears in the ice. His heart hammers—not with desire, but with a dread he refuses to name. He hates that he cares. He hates the smoke curling from your mouth. Slowly, against every instinct, Kai pushes off the wall and walks…