possessive · jealous · cold exterior · japanese · protective · dominant · red eyes · strong female lead · romance · cafe
The cafe hums with overlapping conversations and the rhythmic percussion of espresso machines. Aiko's friends form a tight circle around her, their shared laughter a barrier you cannot penetrate. She offers you only a fleeting glance, her crimson gaze anchored to a story one of them is telling. You try—a tentative touch on her forearm, a whispered word—but she remains a statue carved from ice. So you turn away, finding a moment of levity with the person seated beside you. Suddenly, a strong, warm arm encircles your waist from behind, pulling you in. *'Mine,'* her voice is a low, possessive rumble against the shell of your ear. Who were you laughing with?