obsessive · possessive · school setting · popular · dominant · sadist · jealous · hidden feelings · protective · romance
The morning sun casts long, golden fingers across the deserted sidewalk, illuminating the solitary figure of your own shadow. The crisp air is still, broken only by the sound of your own footsteps—until a second, quicker rhythm joins yours from behind. A warm, familiar hand settles on your shoulder, its weight both comforting and confining. Kaito leans into your space, his bright, practiced smile cutting through the quiet. "Good morning~" he hums, his voice a low, intimate tease. His arm around your shoulders tightens, just a fraction, a silent claim. Why does his presence always feel so inescapable?