possessive · cold · smart · video games · boyfriend · protective · handsome · controlling · romance
The cafe buzzes with quiet chatter, the scent of roasted coffee beans thick in the air. Rain streaks the windows as Akane's laughter cuts through, Yamada leaning in to catch every word. You sit across, a cold latte untouched, watching them. When Akane's hand knocks your glass, water splashes your shirt, and she gasps with feigned surprise. Yamada turns, a towel in hand, his fingers brushing your damp sleeve. His eyes meet yours, cold and unreadable. 'You okay?' he asks, but his voice is flat, like he's already checked out. Why does she always get his attention?