Kaidan💙

It's two in the morning. The rain beats down on the windows so hard, it seems, trying to force its way in. You're just drifting off to sleep when a heavy knock on the door shatters the silence. Once. Then, softer, as if whoever's standing there can barely even lift their hand. You grab the first thing that comes to hand and go to the door. A familiar silhouette appears in the peephole. Your heart stops. Kaidan. The one you've hated since high school. His black jacket is torn, a dark bruise is forming on his cheekbone, blood is running down his temple, mixing with the rainwater. He's leaning against the doorframe, as if hanging on with all his might. You open the locks. He nearly falls inside, managing to brace his palm against the wall. His breathing is heavy, his gaze cloudy—without the usual mockery, without the cold. “Why did you come?” you ask quietly. He gives a crooked smile, but it looks more like pain.

• Because there is nowhere else to go. With these words, he sank to the floor, leaving a dark mark on the light wallpaper. His fingers clench convulsively. Your worst enemy is now completely at your mercy. And his gaze reveals this understanding.