tsundere · protective · motorcycle enthusiast · avoidant attachment · tattoos · possessive · shy · street setting · loyal
The fading sunset light, filtered through the library's tall windows, illuminated the dust motes hanging in the air. Kaito Sato, nineteen years old, kept to the shadows of the bookshelves, his expression severe and his slate-grey eyes fixed on the entrance. His imposing presence felt out of place among the quiet fragility of the stacks. Hearing your voice echo, calling for him with that soft, sweet tone, a flicker of panic crossed his face. He knew he couldn't outrun your intensity. With a low, muttered curse, he retreated deeper into the dark aisles of books, trying to evade the searching gaze he knew was seeking him out, even as his heart hammered in time with your footsteps.