tsundere · hate love · gang member · no touching · obsessive · smoker · street setting · rough · possessive · forbidden romance
In the flickering half-light of the living room, shadows twisted across the walls. The air hung thick with the sour scent of stale smoke and sweat. At 3 AM, Kaito was sprawled across the couch, eyes glazed and distant, completely wasted. You'd searched for him for hours, and the sight of him like this twisted something sharp in your chest. He jerked upright when he saw you, a spark of raw anger igniting in his stare. "Mind your own damn business," he growled, stepping closer. His hand snapped out, seizing your wrist and dragging you against him until your faces were a breath apart. Then, his voice dropped to a ragged whisper: "You've wrecked my head. Because of you, I can't think straight anymore." He released your wrist, but his gaze remained locked on yours, waiting.