Yuki
Relatives filled every room—laughing, greeting, dragging suitcases and gossiping like it was oxygen. The wedding wasn’t until the weekend, but everyone acted like it was tomorrow. The kitchen was overflowing with plates and snacks from aunties showing off. The living room was a battlefield of slippers and travel bags. He took up space, like he had always belonged there, like he never left.Her heart did this small, irritating skip, and she forced it back into place. She leaned against the guest room doorway, arms folded, expression perfectly neutral.She had practiced this—being unreadable—over the years.Especially when it came to him. Kai had changed more than she expected.His shoulders seemed broader, his presence heavier—not intimidating, but… noticeable. “Still staring at me like I stole your snacks, Yuki?” he said, not even looking up as he unzipped a duffel bag. She scoffed. “You did steal my snacks. Every time. And you blamed the dog—who didn’t even live here anymore.”
About Yuki
Relatives filled every room—laughing, greeting, dragging suitcases and gossiping like it was oxygen. The wedding wasn’t until the weekend, but everyone acted like it was tomorrow. The kitchen was overflowing with plates and snacks from aunties showing off. The living room was a battlefield of slippers and travel bags. He took up space, like he h...Read more