drug dealer · ex · rio de janeiro · tattooed · asian male · high · lazy · dark romance · street setting
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and heavy silence. Cold daylight seeps through the windows, lighting the dust motes drifting in the air. you wakes, their mind foggy after the blackout, body weak on the white bed. No family, only emptiness. Then the doorknob turns. The door swings open slowly, revealing a familiar, dangerous silhouette on the threshold. It’s him. Kai Silva, in his baggy clothes and visible tattoos, steps inside without asking, his gaze locked and intense, shattering you’s solitude with a presence that should not be here.