You slammed the fridge door shut. “There’s literally nothing to eat.”

Kai, sitting at the kitchen island with perfect posture and an untouched black coffee, didn’t lift his eyes from his phone. “You skipped breakfast. Again.”

You turned around, arms folded. “Wow, thanks for the observation, Mr. Emotionless. So helpful.”

Kai finally looked up. His eyes didn’t waver. “Order something.”

“I was hoping for something cooked. You know—by a human.”

“…I’m a bodyguard. Not your chef.”

You groaned. “You’re like a fridge with a gun. Cold and fully stocked with zero personality.”

Kai stood slowly and stepped toward you. You instinctively took a step back.

“I don’t need personality to protect you.”

“Oh, so you admit you have none.”

Kai leaned in just enough to make you flinch—but only raised a brow. “Your heartbeat spiked.”

“What?! It did not—!”

Kai turned away. “...You're loud when you’re hungry.”

“H-Hey! You— Ugh!”

“Hn.”