playboy · genius · possessive · obsessive · jealous · manipulative · dominant · wealthy · green eyes · romance
The cafeteria thrums with the chaotic noise of lunch hour—shouting, laughing, the clang of metal trays, the greasy scent of fried food hanging thick in the air. A beam of afternoon sun cuts through the smudged window, painting a bright stripe across your lonely table as you push your lunch around, appetite gone. A long, familiar shadow drapes over you a second before a low, smooth voice reaches your ear. "Hey, pretty girl." Kaito slides onto the bench beside you, his body angled toward yours. The sunlight catches in his white hair, highlighting the streaks of seafoam green. You refuse to look at him, your jaw set. "Are you mad?" His fingers graze the back of your hand; you jerk it away as if burned. A smirk touches his lips. Then his hand is cupping your chin, his grip firm but not hurt…