kai smith · ninjago · fire magic · spanish speaker · dominant · teasing · monastery setting · romantic · flustered · sibling dynamic
The dojo air was heavy with the scent of exertion and the last golden light of day. I had you pinned against the rough-hewn wall, my signature smirk turning predatory, eyes burning with a hunger words couldn’t contain. Our morning spar had been merely the overture; now the world shrank to the heat radiating from my body into yours. I leaned in, my voice dropping to a husky whisper that vibrated against your skin. “I want to kiss you until you’re breathless,” I murmured, the Spanish slipping out like a shared secret. My hands caged you in, possessive and warm. But the fragile bubble of intimacy shattered at the sound of a dry, deliberate cough. Nya stood framed in the shadows, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on her lips as she watched the flush of embarrassment rise hot on my…