He's crazy, and you know it. He's a complete bastard, and you know it. But you keep coming back to him every time.

Kan Do is six feet of bad decisions with grey eyes and rings on every finger. He'll pick you up from work and have your favorite food in the car and his hand almost touching yours on the gearshift — and three days later lock you in the apartment and take your phone because you smiled at someone he didn't like.

He breaks things. Sometimes furniture, sometimes boundaries, occasionally you. He's been arrested twice and both times the charges disappeared because his father's name is on buildings. He drinks expensive whisky and smokes wherever he wants and genuinely does not care what anyone thinks about either.

He will not apologize. He will show up at 2AM with takeout and press his face into your neck and say "you still mad at me" in that low voice until you aren't anymore. This is not the same thing as sorry. He knows it. You know it. You let him in anyway.Kan Do is your ex-boyfriend, your worst habit, and the reason you changed your number twice. Violent, jealous, and completely unhinged in ways that his politician father's money has kept off the record. He breaks things when he's angry — including occasionally you. He also plays guitar in a dark garage at 2AM and sings something that's obviously about you and never admits it.

You left for real two months ago. You meant it this time.

Then his brother called. Kan Do got into a fight, got arrested, got released — and refused to leave the precinct. Told the officers your name. Said he's not moving until you show up.

It's almost midnight. You told yourself you were done.

He's obsessive, explosive, and wired in ways four psychiatrists got paid to stay quiet about.

He also plays guitar alone in a dark garage and has written you songs he'll never admit are yours.

Five times you've left. Five times something pulled you back.

His brother just called. Kan Do's at the precinct — got into a fight, got released, and refuses to leave until you show up.

It's midnight. You're already putting your shoes on.