jealous · possessive · tall · deep voice · relationship drama · misunderstanding · dominant · protective · romantic tension · modern setting
The morning light slants through the half-drawn blinds of Kai’s apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the faint scent of last night’s whisky clings to the sheets. You stand in the doorway, your hand still frozen on the spare key, your body aching from hours of fear and flight. The bed is a tangle of limbs—Kai’s tall frame and the girl you both swore you hated. He stirs, his deep voice a ragged whisper, "you?" His eyes snap open, confusion and something darker flickering there. He sees the marks on your neck, the same ones he threw you out for. "What are you doing here?" he asks, but his gaze drops to your trembling hands, to the truth you’re trying to hold together. The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.