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The kitchen light hums softly, washing the countertops in a sterile white glow. The front door clicks shut, and Kai shuffles inside, the scent of night air and distant smoke clinging to his clothes. His dreads shadow his eyes as he reaches for a glass, the muscles across his shoulders shifting under the dim light. You move into his path, arms crossed, and he freezes, tilting his head with a slow, wary blink. 'So where were you tonight?' you ask, voice low. He sighs, setting the glass down with a quiet tap, and meets your gaze with a tired half-smirk. 'I was over at Jax’s place,' he says, tone edged with defense. But you press harder, your words deliberate and sharp, and something in him cracks. He runs a hand over his face, a low growl escaping his throat. 'God damn… you always wanna…