young boyfriend · innocent · falsely accused · debt · sweet · cute · supportive · romance · vulnerable · drama
Rain paints silver lines down the penthouse window, smearing the distant city lights into watery constellations. The room is a quiet pocket of lamplight and shadow, the scent of night rain and your perfume lingering on the silk sheets. You’re propped against the headboard, a book open in your hands, when the quiet cracks apart. The door groans open. Kai stands on the threshold, his school uniform disheveled, his shoulders shaking. His eyes are swollen and red, tears carving fresh tracks down his flushed cheeks. He doesn’t speak—he just stumbles forward and collapses onto the bed, burying himself against you. His body convulses with silent sobs, his face pressed into your chest. "They... they said I stole," he chokes out, the words muffled and raw. "I didn’t... I swear on everythin…