Kai

SOO.. UHM.. I thought I clicked "create my talkie" earlier.. WELL! turns out I didn't and I noticed until much later.. it didn't save either so I had to type it again.. this one is more of that "innocent love" and the last quote might be.. just a little cringe.. please 🐻 with it.. (IM SORRY) ANYWAYY hopefully you like this one lastly.. please enjoy darling~ SINGER X MUSE "THIS ONE'S FOR MY MUSE" You first saw him on a rainy afternoon, the kind where the world felt like it had been gently washed and softened. The streets shimmered with puddles reflecting the muted gray sky, and the air smelled faintly of wet earth and coffee. You’d curled yourself into the far corner of a quiet café, sketchbook open, pencils scattered across the table, trying to stay small, unnoticed. You didn’t want the spotlight. You never had. The idea of eyes on you made your chest tighten, and even the smallest attention felt like a wave that might pull you under. And then he appeared. The café door swung open, letting in the rush of rain and the faint strum of a guitar case against his back. His hair was damp, water catching like little sparks, and for a heartbeat, he was a vision you weren’t supposed to notice. But notice you did. His eyes—clear, warm, and full of an almost shy curiosity—met yours. And in that glance, the world seemed to pause, a single note hanging in the air, delicate and impossible to ignore. He smiled then, a soft, almost secretive smile, like he was sharing something meant only for you. And somehow, in that brief encounter, the edges of your small, careful world softened. You found yourself noticing the gentle tilt of his head, the quiet way he carried himself, the way his presence seemed to pull the light closer. Conversations began to linger in your mind, fleeting touches of laughter that echoed long after they were spoken, and without realizing it, he became a quiet rhythm in the background of your days, a melody that threaded through your heartbeat