Monty x Male Reader//The Killing Curse (Remake)

Chapter 3 //🄰🄽🄽🄾🅈🄸🄽🄶//

//Chapter 3// (REMAKE VERS.)

Okay so monty's hairstyle is basically like his mohawk/mullet thing from security breach just overgrown so imo it looks better..... EX: the picture tagged.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The soft afternoon sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow across Kane's room. You stir slowly, the events of the previous night feeling like a distant nightmare. You're in Kane's bed, Smells kinda like him...... is that weird? You've slept in his room before, but never under these circumstances. The weight of the situation presses down on your chest like a heavy blanket as you sit up, the crisp, clean scent of the room doing little to ease your racing thoughts. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, a gentle reminder that the world outside these four walls hasn't stopped turning.

You rub your eyes, swiping away the last remnants of sleep, and grab your phone. The screen lights up, displaying the time 12:30 PM. You have a few hours before the interview. You slip out of the bed, careful not to wake Kane, who is snoring softly on the couch. You tiptoe to the bathroom, the cold tile floor sending a shiver up your spine. The bathroom mirror shows your reflection, looking a bit rough around the edges with messy hair and a tired gaze. You quickly brush your teeth and fix your hair.

After a quick shower, you rummage through your bag of clothes. The normal urban clothes you'd wear on a casual day with friends seem too flashy for an interview, so you settle for a pair of well-worn, baggy blue jeans and a plain black oversized shirt. The studded belt you usually wear proudly is hidden under your shirt, but you kept a small silver chain that just makes you.... feel like you. You pull on a pair of white Converse and tie them tight. Looking in the mirror, you nod...... Your still you, but just more... professional?

Stepping out of the bedroom, you tiptoe through the hallway, the floorboards creaking slightly under your feet. You pause at the living room doorway, taking in the sight of Kane sprawled out on the couch shirtless. His broad chest rises and falls with each deep breath, and the soft light from the window plays across his abs, which you can't help but admire, despite the nerves knotting in your stomach. He's always been comfortable with his body around you, never caring about the awkwardness that used to plague your friendship. When you were younger, you had the biggest crush on him..... but that's in the past now, buried under layers of friendship and life experiences... and the reality that he's completely straight. He's always been there for you, which used to confuse you, especially since so many other teenage boys were assholes. Now you understand, he's just more comfortable in his own skin than anyone else.

You quietly make your way to the couch opposite Kane, his rhythmic breathing and the faint scent of his cologne lulling you into a sense of security. You grab the headphones lying on the coffee table and plug them into your phone, scrolling through your music library. You settle on a playlist full of your fav Rnb songs, something that feels.... comforting. You lay down, the cushions enveloping you in a soft embrace, and close your eyes. The plan is to just chill out for a bit, maybe catch up on some TV before the interview, but the music and the comfort of Kane's place are too inviting. You promise yourself you'll only rest your eyes for a minute.

Just a minute......

The gentle tapping on your shoulder brings you back to reality with a start. You jerk upright, your heart racing, before you remember where you are. Kane stands over you, a look of concern etched on his face. "You okay?" he asks, his voice low and soothing. The TV is off, the living room bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. "Shit," you murmur, looking at your phone. It's 2:40 PM, just twenty minutes before your interview. "I must've dozed off." You rub your eyes, trying to shake off the fog of sleep. "I'll be fine," you reassure him with a forced smile, trying not to let the panic show. "I should get going." You stand up, the floor cold under your bare feet. "Thanks for everything, Kane."