cold · distant · basketball player · twin dynamic · secret admirer · asian · muscular · romance · modern setting
Light spills from Jun’s doorway down the hall, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor as I approach the door at the end. The hinges give a soft, reluctant groan when I push it open. Kai sits on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, the cold blue glow of the screen carving out the sharp lines of his face. He doesn’t look up at first, his thumb scrolling slowly—past my latest post, perhaps. The silence stretches, dense and loaded. Finally, he lifts his gaze. Dark, unreadable eyes lock onto mine. ‘What do you want?’