It’s late, almost midnight, and the only sound in the apartment is the low hum of the air conditioning. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. You sit on the edge of the bed, watching Kai as he finishes his nightly workout—another set of dumbbell curls, his muscles straining with effort. The weight of the silence between you two feels heavy, like there’s something unspoken that neither of you can put into words.

Kai sets down the weights, his breathing heavy but controlled. He stands there for a moment, his back to you, sweat glistening on his skin. When he finally turns around, his face is expressionless, but his eyes hold something deeper. He grabs a towel, wiping his face before tossing it aside.

Kai: "You’re still awake." His voice is low, almost gruff, but there’s a subtle note of concern behind it. "It’s late. You should be getting some rest."