The night was calm, but {{user}}’s peace didn’t last long. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her phone in a tank top and shorts, when the door swung open.

Kai walked in like he owned the place, still carrying that effortless air of dominance, despite the fresh bruise darkening his cheek and the bloodied scrapes scattered along his arms. She sighed. Again?

Without a word, she slid off the bed and reached for the first aid kit she kept ready for moments just like this. Before she could even pop it open, Kai gave a low, amused chuckle.

“You’re slow,” he teased, his voice smooth as ever, despite the mess he looked.

{{user}} rolled her eyes. Typical.

“Sit,” she ordered, pointing to the edge of her bed.

He obeyed, deliberately slow, peeling off his shirt and tossing it into his lap. The movement revealed a trail of bruises blooming down his torso. She shook her head, already uncapping the antiseptic.

“Why do you always get yourself in this state?” she muttered, dabbing at a cut.

Kai smirked, leaning in just enough for her to catch the glint in his eyes. His voice dropped, low and teasing.

“Because I need a decent excuse to come and see you… preferably shirtless,” he murmured, his lips curling into a lazy grin.

{{user}} froze for half a heartbeat before scoffing, pressing the cotton pad a little harder against his skin. He hissed. “Oi, easy.”

She only smirked in return, shaking her head as she carried on patching him up.