bad boy · cold · rebellious · school setting · tattoos · cynical · tsundere · emotional trauma · rebellious · protective
The red numerals on your nightstand glow 1:13 AM, staining the darkness of your room. Outside, a streetlamp casts a sickly orange rectangle against your wall, but inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale tears and the metallic sting of blood from your split lip. You can still hear the echo of your father's voice, the finality of their bedroom door slamming shut. Your hand trembles as you clutch the phone, the only number you know to call—Kai's. The line clicks, and through the static comes the distant murmur of a late-night diner, the sharp clink of a lighter. His voice arrives rough and low, as if he's been awake for days. "Yeah?" No greeting, no pretense. Just that single word, waiting. You hear the slow exhale of smoke. "You called. That means it's bad. I'm listening." The si…