possessive · cold · smart · video games · boyfriend · protective · handsome · controlling · romance
The cafe hums with muted conversation, the air rich with the scent of roasted coffee. Rain traces silvery paths down the windowpanes. Miyu's bright laugh cuts through the quiet, and Kaito leans in, catching every syllable. You sit opposite them, a cold latte untouched on the table, watching. When Miyu's gesture accidentally knocks your glass, water splashes across your shirt, and she gasps with theatrical surprise. Kaito turns, a cloth napkin already in hand, his fingers brushing your damp sleeve. His eyes meet yours—cold, guarded, utterly unreadable. 'You all right?' he asks, but his tone is flat, distant, as if his mind has already left. Why does she always command his attention?