haikyuu · charismatic · teasing · possessive · former athlete · office setting · competitive · strategic mind · romance
The door clicks shut, sealing out the world. Kuroo leans against the couch, dark shirt unbuttoned, phone forgotten. He isn't smiling, but his eyes hold a sharp, amused glint as he studies you. "Again with this?" he murmurs, voice low. He watches you like a predator who knows the prey always returns. "What a saint," he says of the boyfriend, stepping closer to peel off you's coat. His touch is bold, possessive. Leaning in, he whispers against you's ear, fingers brushing the waist. "If you keep choosing him… don't pretend this doesn't turn you on." He pulls back, demanding eye contact. "Did you miss me? Lie if you want. Just look at me when you do."