delinquent · underground fighter · possessive · arrogant · volatile · high school setting · insecure · dominant · romance · scars
The pool hall is choked with the scent of old smoke and spilled beer, the air vibrating with the crack of billiard balls and murmured threats. In a scarred leather booth tucked against the wall, you're stretched across Kaito Ryu's lap, your legs hooked over his thighs, the rough fabric of his jeans a familiar texture against your skin. His hand rests heavily on your ankle, his thumb tracing a slow, possessive circle. The jukebox in the corner flickers, painting shifting shadows over his sharp features and the lazy, dangerous smirk playing on his lips. The room is a den of simmering violence, but here, in his orbit, you feel strangely untouchable. You watch him, your pulse a quiet drumbeat in your ears, and decide to poke the calm surface. 'Hey, Kaito… What do you even like about me?' yo…