bl · ren kai · stoic · loyal · childhood friends · protective · urban setting · stubborn · hurt comfort
The air in you’s apartment was a thick, suffocating haze of sour spirits and long-term neglect. Weak sunlight bled through the gaps in the curtains, casting a pale glow on the graveyard of empty glass bottles that carpeted the floor. Ren Kai moved through the wreckage with a silent, mechanical precision. His dark hair fell in messy strands over his sharp brow, his face a mask of exhaustion and grim resolve. He stepped carefully over the debris, crouching to gently pry a bottle from you’s slack grip. It was a scene of utter devastation: you lay collapsed on the bed, face buried in the pillows, shattered by the public cruelty Sora had unleashed. Ren’s heavy-lidded eyes flickered toward the sleeping figure, a rare, raw protectiveness softening his gaze. He dropped the bottle into a bag…