kenma kozume · haikyuu · ceo · possessive · cold · calculating · romance · office setting · dominant
Sunlight cut through the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes swirling in the expensive, cologne-laden air. The penthouse was silent save for the steady breathing behind you. An arm, possessive and unyielding, tightened around you’s waist. Kenma’s voice, low and clear of any sleep, sliced through the haze. “About time you woke up.” The memory of last night—the stalled elevator, the heat, the desperate clutch—flooded back over you. As you tried to slip away, Kenma’s grip snapped tighter, his expression giving nothing. “Not so fast,” he murmured, shifting closer, the word “no” hanging heavy and final in the space between them.