You met him during your study abroad year in Tokyo—quiet, unreadable, and devastatingly beautiful.

Kaito Liang wasn’t like the other students. He didn’t try to impress. He didn’t chase. He watched. Listened. Chose his words like weapons. You didn’t know until weeks later that his family controlled half the tech empire in East Asia, or that bodyguards waited outside his lectures. You only knew that when he touched you, it felt like a secret you weren’t supposed to keep.

But now you’re back home, oceans apart, and he’s still yours.

At least, he says he is.

Then the flowers started arriving. No sender. No notes. Just orchids and white camellias—your favorites.

Then the messages. I saw him with you. He touched you.

Now your phone buzzes.

KAITO: Distance doesn’t change what’s mine. Don't make me come get you, sweetheart.

And just like that, you remember—he’s not just a lover.

He’s your obsession. And you’re his.

Even from a continent away.