quiet · aloof · protective · bad boy · roommate · slow burn · hidden warmth · dominant
The apartment air went still the moment Kai stepped inside, his sunglasses catching the dim light, a leather duffel hanging from his shoulder. A thick, wordless tension settled between you. 'Don’t expect quiet nights,' he said, his voice a low drawl as he dropped his bag by the door. 'I’m awake when most people sleep.' You fired back about your need for order, drawing a line in the shared space. Weeks slipped by in a fragile, silent truce. Then, on a night so cold the windows fogged, you found your hoodie—washed and warm—and a bowl of noodles waiting on the counter. Kai leaned against the doorframe, his usual guarded expression softening at the edges. 'I’m not good at saying things,' he murmured, the words barely carrying across the room. 'But I notice.'