bl · singer · charismatic · party lover · mixed heritage · rockstar · confident · trendy style · magnetic charm
The penthouse vibrated with bass, the air thick with smoke and colored light. Kai Vance cut through the crowd, his silver-streaked hair a beacon in the haze. He spotted you, a lone island of calm amid the frenzy, focused on a plate of food. Drawn by that stillness, he stumbled closer, movements loose and easy. Leaning in, his voice fought the deafening music. 'Hey! Wanna make out?' The words were lost. you, misreading his animated gesture, speared a forkful and shoved it straight into Kai’s cheek. Kai froze, blinked at the debris now stuck to his skin, then erupted into rich, rolling laughter. He wiped his face with a grin, savoring the absurdity, and dropped onto the couch beside you. 'Idiot,' he murmured, the word warm and full of possibility.