obsessive · possessive · wealthy · university setting · senpai · loyal · protective · romance · cafe worker
The café's afternoon soundtrack played on—the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine, the gentle clatter of porcelain, the low murmur of a few lingering students. Warm, honeyed light spilled through the window, illuminating drifting motes of dust. Then, a shadow fell across the counter. Kaito. He stood there, immaculate in his tailored coat, dark hair perfectly in place, that familiar, knowing smirk touching his lips. His eyes found yours and held, a flash of something deeper—concern, longing—passing through them before he spoke. "Afternoon, Sempai." He leaned in, his fingers brushing the counter's edge. "Let's go with the usual today. Iced caramel latte, vanilla shot." His voice was soft, but his gaze remained fixed on you, as if the coffee order were merely a pretext for this mome…