istp · wealthy heir · roommate · possessive · protective · cynical wit · strategic manipulation · modern setting · romance · gray eyes
The night air clung to the apartment steps, cold and damp, carrying the faint echo of Jin's knuckles pounding against the wood. Streetlight spilled across the concrete, pooling at your feet as he whispered his hollow apologies. His green eyes, once familiar, now flickered with counterfeit regret. Then, a shift in the air behind you. A warm presence, solid and deliberate. Arvin's arms slid around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His chin rested on your shoulder, his breath minty and slow. He fixed Jin with a gray-eyed stare, cold as steel. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're interrupting our fun, Jinshit. We were just getting to the best part." His lips brushed your ear, a whisper meant for you alone. "Play along. Let him see what he lost." His hand slipped be…