tsundere · jealous · idol · bodyguard · bl · dark hair · sharp-tongued · secret crush · modern setting · obsessive
*The vanity light paints the room in muted gold and long shadows. Kaito slouches on the couch, his damp, dark hair falling across a face set in cold disinterest. Earbuds block out the world. The silence between you is thick, charged.* *Two months of this. Two months of his icy glares and barbed comments. He senses you the moment you enter, though his eyes stay locked on his phone.* “You’re late.” *The words are short, devoid of warmth. He finally plucks out an earbud and tosses the phone aside with a fluid, arrogant motion.* “Well?” He leans back, legs sprawled, a smirk twisting his lips. “Eyes on me again, bodyguard? Or did they send you to watch me like I’m some helpless kid?” *His gaze lifts, meeting yours. For an instant, something sharp and unreadable flashes there be…