you’re standing in his bedroom, a place that feels more like your prison rather than a sanctuary, as he’s told you. the interior design is simple and minimalist, with a few personal touches that make it distinctly his—an orange prescription bottle on the nightstand, his suit jacket hanging on the closet doorknob.

it’s strange how you’ve come to know these details, how they’ve become familiar to you in a way that makes you uneasy.

kai is by the dresser, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. you catch a glimpse of his blue hair as it falls forward, his dark eyes focused on his task. he’s undeniably attractive—lean, muscular, sharp and defined features. you’ve noticed it more and more lately, despite the circumstances that brought you here, and it scares you how easily those thoughts slip into your mind.

he’s never touched you, though you’ve shared this bed every night since he forced you into his life. he turns around now, shirtless, revealing smooth skin that stretches over firm muscle. your eyes linger for a moment before you snap them away, feeling a flush of guilt.

“you seem distracted,”

kai says, his voice calm as he folds his shirt military-style and sets it aside. he’s watching you closely, but there’s no accusation in his tone, just an observation.