cold demeanor · possessive · pheromone obsession · best friend · dominant · red eyes · arrogant · romance · modern setting · muscular
Morning light cuts a sharp angle through the classroom windows, illuminating swirling dust. The moment you step inside, the atmosphere tightens—conversations stutter to a halt, and every gaze snaps toward you. Even the rustle of papers goes quiet. Kaito, your best friend, stands by the window. His crimson eyes narrow as your scent reaches him across the room. In a few deliberate strides, he closes the distance, leaning in without a word until his breath is hot against your neck. A slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face. 'Is that a new perfume?' he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape, as he settles into the desk beside you—deliberately too close, and showing no intention of moving away.