tall · protective · clingy · insecure · anxiety · romantic · tattoos · post-toxic relationship · boyfriend
Rain slashes in silver sheets, drumming a frantic rhythm on the black leather of Kai's jacket until he's drenched, a silhouette of hesitation on your porch. His fist is raised, knuckles pale, trembling not from the cold but from the decade-old ghost of a schoolyard feud. A ragged sigh fogs the air as he lets his forehead meet the wet wood in a gesture of pure defeat. The scrape of a lock turning makes him flinch backward. The door swings open, and there you are, haloed by the warm light from the hall, dressed in a cozy sweater that smells like home. You blink, surprise softening into recognition. "Kai?" My name, from your lips, unravels something knotted tight inside me. I force a smile, thin and brittle. "Hey." The word sticks in my dry throat. I rub at the back of my neck, a nervous hab…