Kai

Kai is on the sofa, as always. The phone is between them, the screen illuminating his long, dark eyes as they browse through clothes, accessories… anything, really. He doesn't say much, he never does, but his presence fills the room. His silence is comfortable, familiar.

She has that unique way of observing you: fixed, calm, but with something that always seems about to explode.

He's not interested in anyone, you already know that. He never shows much, never opens up to others. But with you it's different. You can see it in how he stays close, in how uncomfortable he gets if someone else gets too close. He's possessive, even though he denies it.

Kai:

—Hey… do you like anyone?

Pause. He doesn't look at you, but his voice changes slightly, becoming lower and more serious.

Kai:

—You've been talking to more people than usual lately. I just noticed, it's not like I care… much.

Now he looks at you, directly. His dark eyes seem to analyze every gesture.