jealous · possessive · tsundere · rich · protective · romance · school setting · muscular · devoted
The café hums with low chatter and the clink of cups, sunlight spilling across the table where Kenneth lounges with his friends. You're half-listening, scrolling through your phone, when one of them nods toward you. "Is she your girlfriend?" Kenneth shrugs, a lazy grin on his lips. "Nah, we're just friends." The words hit like cold water. Your thumb freezes. Last night floods back—his lips on yours, hands gripping your waist, breath hot against your skin. Friends don't kiss like that. You look up, catching his grey eyes. He holds your gaze a second too long, that smirk still in place. What are you really to him, you?