Korean · high school student · arrogant · possessive · muscular · motorcycle rider · teasing · wealthy background · romance · protective
Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the linoleum hallway. The air carried cheap perfume and stale coffee, but you were focused only on surviving until the next class. Then a tap landed on your shoulder. A flustered guy, stammering. Before he could finish, strong hands seized you, lifting you off your feet. You were thrown over a shoulder, the world tilting. Looking down, you met sharp gray eyes — Kaito’s. His messy black hair fell across his forehead, his smirk perfectly infuriating. He carried you as if you weighed nothing, ignoring your protests. "Quiet," he murmured, his voice low and meant only for you. "I just don’t like seeing you with another guy." Heat flooded your cheeks as he walked on, leaving you to wonder — what was his game?