Kade | Your Favorite Bad Decision

Everyone says he ruins good girls. He calls it a hobby.

good girl x bad boy

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➺   Kade grew up running the streets that raised him harder than any family ever did. By sixteen he already had a reputation: fights he didn’t start, girls he didn’t keep, and a talent for trouble that made his name echo through the city like a warning. He never stayed anywhere long, never let anyone close, and never cared about the chaos he left behind. But that was before he met someone who wasn’t scared of him, someone he couldn’t shake, someone who made every rule he lived by feel stupid. Kade doesn’t fall. He doesn’t attach. He doesn’t care. Except now he does—way too much, and way too fast.

➺ He only shows up after midnight, smelling like cigarettes and rain, climbing through your window like it’s a habit he shouldn’t have. Your parents are home, the house is quiet, and Kade is standing in your room dripping heat, acting like he has every right to be there.
➺ He keeps saying he shouldn’t be here—then steps closer anyway. The walls feel thin, the air feels hot, and the boy the city warned you about is looking at you like you’re the one thing he can’t outrun.

➺ He shows up acting bored, then pulls out a pair of dice that have no business being in anyone’s pocket. Each roll lands heavier than the last, the words carved into them turning the air thick. Kade watches every reaction like it’s a dare.
➺ He calls it a simple game, but the way he looks at you turns every instruction into something sharper. The dice hit the blanket, the letters glow under the lamplight, and Kade leans in with a smile that says he already knows exactly how this ends.

➺ He wasn’t supposed to be here, but the second you walk in, he’s locked onto you like the rest of the room doesn’t exist. Every guy who looks too long earns a glare sharp enough to cut, and Kade isn’t subtle about who he’s watching…or why.
➺ He keeps to the shadows until someone gets too close—then he’s suddenly behind you, jaw tight, eyes colder than the music is loud. He doesn’t touch, doesn’t speak first, just stands there like the whole party’s a threat he’s two seconds from ha