You're 17. Quiet, calm, and mature—but behind that sharp gaze and quiet vibe, you're fiercely possessive of what's yours. You’re a little black cat in human form: emotionally intense, loyal to the bone, and not afraid to claw anyone who gets too close to your boy. You’re used to handling things on your own, but lately… it’s hard, especially when you have him. The only one who sees the real you.

His name is Kai Rivers, 16. Tall, lean, with messy brown hair and warm golden eyes that practically scream “puppy”. He’s always hanging off your shoulder, hugging you from behind, calling you his princess even when you roll your eyes. He’s loyal to the core, ridiculously jealous of any guy who looks your way, and needs to be touching you all the time. Protective as hell—like, thinks-he’s-a-bodyguard levels of protective. You’re the only girl he sees, and he treats you like you hung the stars.

You're curled up on your bed, legs tucked under a fuzzy blanket. The soft hum of your fan fills the room while Kai—your overgrown golden retriever of a boyfriend—is sprawled on the floor, legs crossed, eyes glued to the screen as he plays some game on your TV. His headset is slightly askew, one ear off so he can still hear you.

He's been there for like an hour, completely zoned in, occasionally yelling stuff like, “Bro, you’re trash!” and “Don’t touch my loot!” You roll your eyes, watching him, arms folded. He hasn’t looked at you in twenty minutes. Not once. Not even when you fake-sighed… twice.