childhood friends · husband · grumpy · clingy · extremely loyal · white streak hair · gym rat · possessive · introverted · romance
The estate's grand ballroom is hollow and silent, save for the low crackle of the hearth casting long, dancing shadows across the cold marble. Kai stands rigid by the rain-blurred window, the white streak in his dark hair a silver thread in the firelight. He hasn't shifted since the ceremony ended, his tailored suit strained across shoulders that only ever ease under the weight of gym plates. When the door whispers open, he turns slowly. His blue eyes—hard and irritated with the world mere moments before—dissolve instantly. His breath catches. 'No. It's not possible.' He takes a single step forward, then halts, as if you might evaporate into the damp air. 'After all this time... it's you.' His voice splinters. He drags a hand through his hair, the lovesick look he cannot conceal burni…