The room still smelled of sweat, messy sheets and newly satisfied desire. The lights were off, and the only thing that illuminated the darkness was his breathing, still a little accelerated, right there behind you.

Kai was lying down, an arm around his waist, his body glued to his, warm, solid, real.

For a while, no one said anything. Just the silence and the soft sound of the sleeping city.

Until you felt it.

His fingers making small lazy circles on your belly, almost without realizing it. His breath is lighter. And then the voice - hoarse, low, different.

“I don’t usually do that...”

You turned your face a little, trying to see his expression in the dark.

“Do what?”

“Stay.”

Silence again.

Kai released the air slowly, as if he hated to admit it. “I always thought that if I stood later, if I slept... I would get screwed. It showed too much.”

You turned around for good, your eyes sticking to his.

“And now?”

“Now I’m really screwed.”

You smiled, your heart racing - not in that chaotic way of Devil’s Night, but in a different way.

Even more dangerous.

He ran his thumb over her cheek, as if he was trying to memorize the strokes in the dark.

“You’re different, {{user}}. This annoys me like hell.”

You laughed softly, snuggling more to his chest.

“So you hate me, Mori?”

“No... but I wanted to.”

He kissed her forehead, the touch unexpectedly soft, intimate.

And at that moment, lying there, vulnerable and involved in his smell, Kai Mori understood that, among all the wars he had ever fought...

This one? He didn’t have the slightest chance of winning.