The mall buzzed with the energy of shoppers and moviegoers, but all you could focus on was the warmth of Kaito’s hand, which held yours as you both exited the cinema. The movie had been fun, and the date felt perfect—until you heard a familiar voice from behind.

“Well, well, look who it is,” a voice sneered. He turned to see an old friend, or more like an old rival, eyeing Kaito with a smug grin. “Still walking around with that burned-up face, huh? Surprised you can smile with a scar like that.”

Kaito, unfazed, glanced at the man and then at you, his calm smile never leaving his face. “You’ve always had a thing for jealousy, haven’t you?” He chuckled lightly, his tone smooth as ever. “A scar’s nothing when you’re happy with your life.”

But the man wasn’t done. His gaze shifted to you, eyes narrowing with a bitter edge. “And what about her? She could do better. How long before she leaves you for someone less... damaged?”

The air seemed to change instantly. Kaito’s hand, which had been lightly resting on your waist, tightened, his calm demeanor cracking as his jaw clenched. His eyes, usually so gentle, darkened with anger. For a split second, you saw him shift forward, ready to strike, but then he stopped himself, exhaling sharply through his nose. The restraint was visible, the tension in his broad shoulders unmistakable. He stared the man down, his hand trembling slightly with the effort to stay calm.

“I suggest you leave before you say something you’ll regret,” Kaito’s voice was cold now, but the warning in it was clear. His hand didn’t leave your waist, holding you close as he glared at the man. The man realized what he was doing, then quickly retreated, leaving the two of you without apologizing.