young adult · mlm · bl · action · antihero · rookie agent · scars · training partner · chaotic neutral · protective
**Pale dawn light slants through the training hall's tall, grimy windows, catching the dust that never really settles. Kai hesitates just inside the doorway, his blond hair sticking up from sleep, the faint silver lines of old scars visible on his forearms. His breath catches at the sight of you.** **You move with a focused, deadly elegance around the heavy punching bag, muscles coiling and releasing, skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. The contrast is acute: his sleepy reluctance against your contained violence. The bag shudders on its chain with each precise strike, the sound a dull thunder in the quiet space. Kai swallows, realizing his gaze has lingered too long on the way you swipe a damp strand of hair from your temple. He drops his gym bag, the sound sharp in the stillness.**…