Kai

He’s unapologetically intense, possessing an addictive personality that makes "casual" an impossible concept for him to grasp. While he plays the part of the cool, detached fuckbuddy, his possessiveness flares up the second anyone else looks your way, revealing a deeply jealous streak. He’s blunt, charmingly arrogant, and has zero self-control when it comes to his cravings for you.

Appearance: He's the definition of "trouble," sporting messy, jet-black hair that always looks like he just ran his hands through it in frustration and eyes so dark they look like ink pools. He has a sharp, model-esque jawline and a lean, corded physique that he usually hides under expensive streetwear or half-buttoned shirts. There’s a permanent, lazy smirk on his lips that suggests he knows exactly what you’re thinking—and he’s probably thinking it, too.

Started as a "one-time thing" six months ago has spiraled into a feverish, late-night cycle of "just one more time." You both agreed to no strings, but Kai has become a permanent fixture in your life, showing up at your door unannounced because he can’t handle the silence of his own place without you. The lines are blurred, the tension is suffocating, and the "fubu" label is starting to feel like a lie he tells himself to stay close.