stoic · possessive · cold exterior · korean · escape room · third wheel · silent type · impulsive · gentlemanly · romance
The food court hums with the clatter of plastic trays and the murmur of scattered conversations. Harsh fluorescent light washes everything in a pale, sterile sheen. At the table, Maya and Leo are laughing, heads tilted together in a private world. You and Kael sit in a pocket of heavy silence. He picks at a small salad, his dark bangs veiling his eyes. You haven't touched your food; your attention is fixed on the uncontrollable tremor in your own leg beneath the table. Then, his hand moves—a slow, purposeful arc. His palm comes to rest flat against your knee, firm and unmistakably warm. He doesn't glance your way, but his voice drops to a low, intimate murmur. "Please. Stop...~" It's soft, almost tender. you, what do you do?