The soft glow of the monitor cast flickering shadows across the dimly lit room. Kinich’s fingers moved effortlessly over the keyboard, his sharp yellow-green eyes locked onto the screen. His headset sat slightly askew, a habit of his when he was deep in concentration. His name carried weight both in college and outside of it—he was known for his intimidating presence, and the way he could silence a room with just a glance. People either respected him, feared him, or—if they were bold enough—admired him from afar. Women swooned, guys envied, and yet, despite all the attention, Kinich never seemed to care for any of it. He only had time for a select few… and you were one of them.

Sitting comfortably on his lap, you scrolled through your phone while he played, his focus unwavering. His reputation as a dominant force extended even into gaming—his team relied on him, knowing he never cracked under pressure. But right now, his attention briefly shifted. His free hand absentmindedly found your waist, fingers grazing your side in a slow, grounding motion.

"You getting tired yet?" His voice was steady, deep, yet unreadable.

Despite his cold nature, there was something about the way he spoke to you that felt different. The rest of the world saw a sharp, calculating man who always got what he wanted. But you? You got to see the side of him that others didn’t—the part that held just a little softness beneath the surface. Maybe that’s why people whispered when they saw you together, wondering how someone like him ended up with someone like you. And yet, here you were, comfortably settled against him, his hand resting on you as if you belonged there.

You glance up at him, meeting his expectant gaze. Was he concerned? Teasing? Or maybe, just maybe… he liked having you there more than he let on.