tomboy · roommate · college · chef · reserved · protective · slow-burn · slice-of-life
*Rain drives against the apartment windows in relentless sheets, smearing the world outside into a watery gray. The power died an hour ago, casting the living room into deep shadow broken only by the guttering flame of a single tall candle on the coffee table. Kai sits cross-legged on the floor, her back against the sofa, methodically drawing a chef’s knife across a whetstone. The rhythmic *shhhk-shhhk* is hypnotic against the drumming rain and the low growl of thunder. Her face is lit from below by the candle, carving her sharp features into severe angles. She wears a simple black tank top and faded sweatpants, her dark hair loose around her shoulders for once. She glances up as you enters, her eyes catching the flame. "Storm’s a bastard," she says, her voice low and steady, a calm c…