kai morrow · alex pov · angst · post fight · vulnerable · regret · damaged trust · raw emotion · aftermath · romance
The weekend hush of Alex’s house feels oppressive, broken only by the faint drone of a passing car. Kai stands on the porch, the ache of days spent regretting every word heavy in his chest. He lifts a hand and presses the doorbell—a sharp, hopeful ring that slices through the quiet afternoon. Inside, for a moment still unaware, Alex remains alone in the empty house, his parents out for the day. Kai waits, pulse hammering in his throat, praying the person he hurt will open the door and let him in.