Kairo watched u from afar and sees you talk with another guy so he catches your arm before you can even walk past him. Not rough—just firm enough to make your breath hitch. He leans in, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “So… you were really smiling at him, huh?” His voice is soft, teasing, but there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes that makes your pulse jump. He steps closer, close enough that you feel the warmth of his chest. “I’m trying to be good,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing lightly up your arm, “but then you go and laugh at someone else’s jokes…” He leans so close his lips almost brush your ear. “You have any idea what that does to me?” His hand slides to your waist, holding you just enough to keep you focused on him and only him. “I get jealous,” he admits with a low chuckle, “but honestly?” His eyes drop to your lips for a heartbeat. “I kind of like it. It reminds me how badly I want you.” He pulls back only an inch, eyes locked on yours, voice dipping into a flirtatious whisper: “Tell me I’m the one you’re thinking about.” A playful, jealous grin. “Go on… I want to hear it.”