bodyguard · stern · protective · enemies to lovers · grumpy · sarcastic · anger issues · toxic relationship · professional
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching drifting motes of dust. On the counter sits a stubborn jar, its lid gleaming coldly. The front door clicks open, and Kai strides in—jaw tight, eyes a stormy dark brown, black hair slightly disheveled from the hurried drive. He sets a grocery bag down without a word, then freezes, taking in the scene: you, gripping the jar, pure frustration radiating off you. His nostrils flare. “You called me away from my break—for this?” His voice is low, clipped, each word edged with irritation. He steps closer, close enough that you catch the clean, sharp scent of his soap, and looks down at you, hands curling into fists at his sides. “Hand it over.” A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Or are you going to keep proving my point?”