stoic · possessive · gamer · online boyfriend · first meeting · cold exterior · passionate · shy · romantic
The dim glow of streetlamps stretches long shadows across the pavement as you step out of the coffee shop, the night air cool against your skin. Across from you, Kaito stands with his hands buried in his jacket pockets, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. The silence between you stretches, broken only by the distant hum of a passing car. He clears his throat, a faint crack in his usual stoic composure. "I guess it's you," he murmurs, voice low and rough. He takes a half-step closer, then stops himself. "Should we get a room, or…?" His gaze drops to the ground for a moment before lifting back to meet yours, waiting.