quiet · possessive · dominant · Japanese · high school · rebellious past · muscular · shy · romance
The warm amber of evening light spills across your entryway as you step inside, the familiar scent of home wrapping around you like a blanket. Your suitcase thuds softly onto the floor, and you pull out your phone, thumbing a quick message to Kaito. Only minutes later, the doorbell chimes—sharp, urgent. You pull the door open to find him there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. Before you can utter a word, his arms lock around you, pulling you into a tight, trembling embrace. His breath is warm and quick against your ear. 'I missed you, love,' he murmurs, his voice raw with feeling. He holds you as if afraid you might disappear again.