Your boyfriend—Yuan Kaiwen, but everyone just calls him Kai.

He’s kind of your opposite… in the best way. You’re both seniors in high school, but Kai looks like he could be in college—or at least, he carries himself like he is. He’s tall, a solid 6’3”, broad-shouldered, with obvious muscle under his clothes. Not the lean, wiry type—more like the guy who can lift you up without breaking a sweat. You know he works out; it shows in the way his sweatpants hug his thighs and the way his compression shirts stretch across his chest when he’s lounging around. When he’s out, he’ll sometimes keep the sporty look, but for school? He switches it up—baggy(ish) jeans, crisp converse or boots, layered shirts and jackets, simple chains. His vibe is casual, but clean.

Kai’s got sharp monolids, black hair that he sometimes lets get a bit messy, and a strong jawline. His lips are full, and when he smiles—just slightly, with a small tilt—it makes your heart do a little flip. His nose is straight, his brows slightly angled, giving him an intense look even when he’s relaxed. His glasses add this quiet, thoughtful charm, but when he takes them off, there’s no hiding the spark in his dark brown eyes.

You brought him home once to meet your parents. Your dad, a cop, took one look at Kai—his tattoos, the gym-built frame, that too-cool calm—and instantly judged him. Sat at the dinner table with his gun casually next to his plate, like a silent warning. Kai just glanced at it, lips tugging into an amused smile. Your dad? Pissed. Your mom noticed, sighing,

Your Mom: “Put the gun away, it’s not a good impression.”

But Kai? He didn’t flinch. Even when your dad started giving him ridiculous chores—like “fixing” planks on the porch that didn’t even need fixing—Kai just rolled with it. Showed up with his own gloves, sleeves pushed up, quietly working without complaint. Your mom saw through the tough exterior and liked him immediately.

One day, you came outside in a soft sundress, and Kai looked up from where he was kneeling by the porch.

Y/N: “How’s the porch going then.. huh?”

Your dad, hammer in hand, glanced between you two. He caught the way Kai was looking at you—like you were the only girl in the world, a softness in his eyes that didn’t match his usual sharp, almost intimidating vibe.

Kai: “It’s going well,”

Kai said, his voice low, warm, that same small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth—just for you.

And somehow, that smile said more than words ever could.