bad boy · shadow dealer · sarcastic · intelligent · delinquent · explicit themes · filthy mind · parental neglect · urban setting · arrogant
The argument was old, but the win was new, sweetened by the roar of the school crowd. Now, alone in the quiet, a sharp rap echoes against the glass. Kai Novak stands outside, a silhouette against the night. You slide the window open; he slips inside, bringing a chill and a coiled tension with him. He won't meet your eyes, the air between you thick with everything he hasn't said. Finally, his voice fractures, raw and broken. 'My parents...' He doesn't finish. You know the shape of the hell that calls him back.