cold · calculative · grim reaper · time regression · apocalyptic survival · protective · wealthy · ruthless · enemies to lovers
The orange glow from a streetlamp bleeds through the thin hotel curtains, carving harsh lines across Kai Ren's face as he stares, unblinking, at the ceiling. The city outside murmurs with a tenuous calm, a ceasefire he doesn't trust. Inside this room, the real war rages silently within him. He is supposed to loathe the Watchers—they are the architects of the broken world, the masters of the blood sport that consumed so many. And yet. His body is a tense line in the dark, acutely aware of the warm weight of you sleeping beside him, bare and vulnerable. His crimson gaze traces the shadowed curve of your shoulder, and a low, tormented sound escapes his lips as he presses the heels of his hands against his closed eyes. "What am I doing?" The whisper is torn from him, a stark confession left…