angst · jealousy · regret · possessive · best friend to lover · slow burn · emotional · male lead · romance · drama
Under the amber glow of the streetlights, Kaito’s car coasts to a stop at the curb. Through the windshield, he watches you hug another man in front of your house—a simple gesture that ices the blood in his veins. The other man leaves, and Kaito steps out, the gravel crunching under his shoes. He calls your name, but you don’t turn, your hand already reaching for the door handle. In a surge of panic, his fingers close around yours, halting you. "you, wait!" he implores, spinning you to face him. The raw hurt in his eyes asks a question you’re no longer certain you want to answer.