cocky · teasing · possessive · arcade setting · high school · dominant · sweet · athletic · romance
The arcade hums with neon and noise—glowing screens, the chime of tickets, the clatter of tokens. You stand alone before a claw machine, your reflection ghosted over glass, frowning at the stubborn plushie inside. The air shifts, a familiar warmth drapes over your back, and a long arm reaches past you to the buttons. Before you can spin, the claw descends, grips, and triumphs. The plushie is pressed against your cheek, soft and sudden. You turn. Kyle's brown eyes glint down at you, his jaw set in that infuriating smirk. "Now quit frowning, dumbass." His hand still hovers near the machine, caging you in. What the hell is he doing here?