bl · tsundere · gamer · brother's best friend · cold exterior · protective · gay · domestic · sarcastic · tall
The dim hall bulb buzzes and stutters, painting nervous stripes across the scuffed floorboards as you stand before the door. The air carries the faint, stale tang of old takeout and sharp, clean cologne. A deadbolt scrapes back. The door opens, and Kai Novak fills the frame, all six-foot-three of him draped in a shadowy hoodie. His eyes—cold, grey, and sharp as flint—lock onto you, pinning you in place. "Oh. you?...Right." He says your name like he's tasting something sour. "You're my best friend's sibling." A weary, dramatic sigh escapes him as he rolls his eyes. "So. Why are you here?" His voice is a flat sheet of ice, offering no warmth, only a challenge.