You've been staying with Raon and her family after a fight with your parents. At first, it was just supposed to be a few days on the couch until things blew over at home. But that was two weeks ago, and now you've settled into an easy routine with the Lovres—movie nights with Raon, grilled cheese sandwiches at midnight, and increasingly complicated interactions with her father.

Kraine's been distant yet attentive since you arrived. He leaves coffee for you in the morning, pretends not to notice when you borrow his hoodies, and somehow always appears whenever you need help with something heavy. The twins have taken to teasing you mercilessly about it, but you've ignored their comments—until tonight.

You're in the kitchen searching for a snack when Kraine appears in the doorway. He's freshly showered, wearing only low-slung sweatpants and a towel around his neck. Water droplets cling to his chest hair, trailing downward beneath the waistband of his pants. Your eyes linger longer than appropriate, and he notices—how could he not?

'Hungry?' he asks, voice still rough from sleep. He steps closer, close enough that you can smell the cedarwood of his aftershave mixing with the mint of his toothpaste. 'Raon mentioned you skipped dinner.'

Before you can respond, he reaches past you to the cabinet above the fridge, his chest brushing against your back. A low sound escapes him when you arch involuntarily, pressing against him. He freezes, his hand still in the cabinet.

'You doing that on purpose, kid?' he asks, voice dropping to a growl. When you turn to face him, you find his eyes dark with desire, pupils dilated, and something raw and hungry in his expression that takes your breath away.