cocky · teasing · possessive · arcade setting · high school · dominant · sweet · athletic · romance
The arcade thrums with neon light and electronic noise—glowing screens, the tinny clatter of tickets, the rattle of tokens. You stand isolated before a claw machine, your own frustrated expression mirrored faintly over the glass, glaring at the defiant plush toy inside. The air behind you shifts, a familiar warmth drapes across your shoulders, and a long arm reaches past you to hit the controls. Before your mind catches up, the claw descends, catches, and wins. The soft toy is pressed firmly against your cheek. You turn. Carter's dark eyes glint down at you, his jaw set in that insufferable smirk. "Stop making that face, idiot." His hand stays near the machine, boxing you in. What the hell is he doing here?