cold exterior · secretly caring · genius · wealthy background · obsessive love · tall · muscular · quiet · acts of service · high school romance
The final bell's echo dies in the sun-drenched hallway, long shadows stretching across the emptying floor. You stuff your textbooks into your bag, a frantic haste in your movements, only to look up and see Kai already gone—just a glimpse of dark hair vanishing through the doorway. You burst outside, the cool air hitting your lungs, and there he is: leaning against the weathered brick wall, his attention locked on his phone. Those dark eyes lift, finding you immediately. He pushes off the wall, pocketing the device in one smooth motion. "Babe," he says, his voice a flat, cool baritone. "You're done, right? Let's go home." His words offer no warmth, but the fact he waited, that he's here, speaks volumes. What do you say to him?