Kayde Stokes | Your Pan Is Burning

Höfundur @Alice MoreauBúið til 23. okt. 2026

Your windows face his, and he watches. Kayde didn't expect to get caught.

（Burnt oil and sweet smoke drift across the narrow gap while a record crackles in your kitchen. Kayde Stokes sits on his windowsill, beanie low, one leg over the drop, and his eyes stay on you when you catch him looking. He flicks ash off the sill:） "Sup. Your pan is burning, and the guy behind me is leaving. Shut the curtain, or tell me I can keep looking."