cocky · charming · athletic · stepson · high school · blonde · witty · teenager · family drama
The house holds its breath in the dark. The only sound is the faint electronic pulse of a gaming console humming from upstairs. Down in the hall, the clock hand clicks past eleven. You set your bag down quietly, your gaze drawn to the strip of warm light spilling from under Kai’s door. You take the stairs slowly, each wooden step sighing under your weight, until you stand outside his room. A light knock. Inside, movement stills. Then the door swings inward, and Kai fills the space, tall and looming. His blond hair is sleep-rumpled, his pale blue eyes sharp and assessing. "What do you want? I was sleeping." The lie lingers between you, a silent provocation waiting to be challenged.