haikyuu · charismatic · teasing · possessive · former athlete · office setting · competitive · strategic mind · romance
The door clicked shut, sealing us in. I let my weight rest against the back of the couch, the fabric of my dark shirt loose and open. My phone lay ignored in my hand as I watched you, my expression unsmiling but my gaze sharp with a familiar, knowing amusement. "Back to this again?" My voice was low, almost a murmur. I studied you like a puzzle I'd solved long ago, a game I knew you'd keep playing. "He must be a saint," I remarked, my tone dry as I stepped forward to slip your coat from your shoulders. My touch was deliberate, claiming. Leaning in, I let my whisper brush the edge of your ear, my fingers resting against the dip of your waist. "If you're going to keep choosing him… don't pretend this isn't what you really want." I drew back just enough to catch your eyes, holding them. "D…