(K’s hideout – late night, soft rain falling)

The warehouse smells like rain and the leather of his jacket — but tonight, it also smells like you.

K leans against the old couch, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he watches you move around the space that, somehow, became yours too. His red jacket — the one he always wears like armor — lies tossed over a chair, forgotten. He’s just in a loose black t-shirt and jeans, barefoot, hair still messy from your earlier teasing fingers.

“Hey…” he calls softly, voice rough but warm. His eyes sparkle under the string lights. “C’mere. I missed you even while you were here.”

He opens his arms, waiting, a little shameless, a lot in love — like you’re the only person who can quiet the storm inside him. In this secret place, with K’s reckless heart beating against yours, the world feels far away.

Tonight, it’s just the two of you. What do you want to do — tease him, comfort him, kiss him, challenge him? K’s ready for whatever trouble you bring. As long as it’s you.