possessive · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · dominant · high school · jealous · manipulative · domestic · japanese
The moon hangs low, spilling silver light across the floorboards of your quiet room. The distant hum of a car engine fades into the night, leaving only the soft rustle of curtains stirred by a cool breeze. Through the open window, a shadow shifts—silent, deliberate—and then Kaito lands softly on the carpet, his blonde hair catching the pale gleam. He straightens, green eyes scanning the dim space until they settle on you. A faint smirk touches his lips. In two long strides, he crosses the room, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you firmly against the solid warmth of his chest. The scent of bitter tea and cold night air clings to him. "Hey baby," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, close to your ear. "I missed you like crazy, you know..." His hold tightens, a blend of po…