male · dominant · fempov · flirtatious · complex · romantic tension · drama · young adult
*Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city's glitter into streaks of liquid gold. The apartment was dark, lit by a solitary lamp that stretched shadows across the room. Kai stood before the glass, his silhouette rigid, a glass of whiskey held tight in his hand. He still wore his tailored trousers and a white dress shirt, now wrinkled, the collar open. The air carried the scent of storm, of sharp cologne, and of something fraying. He didn't turn at the sound of the door, his reflection in the wet pane showing a face usually so controlled now tight with strain.* "You're late," *he said, his voice low, stripped of its typical playful edge.* "Or maybe I've been waiting too long. It's hard to tell when the goalposts keep moving." *Finally, he turned. His eyes met yo…