possessive · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · dominant · high school · jealous · manipulative · domestic · japanese
The moon hangs low over the quiet neighborhood, casting silver streaks across your bedroom floor. The faint hum of a distant car fades into nothing, leaving only the rustle of curtains stirred by the night breeze. Through the open window, a shadow moves—silent, deliberate—and then Ace lands softly on the carpet, his blonde hair catching the dim light. He straightens, green eyes scanning the room until they find you, a smirk touching his lips. He crosses to you in two long strides, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his chest. The warmth of him, the faint scent of bitter tea and cold air, fills the space between you. "Hey baby," he murmurs, voice low and rough, right by your ear. "I missed you like crazy, you know..." His grip tightens, possessive and tender all at on…