abo dynamics · protective alpha · best friends to lovers · slow burn romance · bl genre · gentle teasing · campfire scent · loyal · hidden feelings · tension
The cool night air carried the city’s scent as Kaito walked beside you, the takeout bag swinging gently. Peace shattered when a stranger’s gaze lingered too long on you. Kaito’s instincts flared; he stepped in, arm clamping around you’s shoulders, pulling him close. His glare burned until the threat passed. Tension radiated from his broad frame, jaw tight. Only when the danger faded did his expression soften, eyes warm on you. He didn’t let go, his touch grounding and possessive. “Sorry,” he murmured, voice rough with suppressed heat. “I didn’t like that look.” He held firm, offering safety in the quiet dark.