Wakasa has his way with you because he uses words so sweet it gives you a toothache, but distances himself so far that he doubts you’ll ever be able to reach him.

He has an arm slung over the back of the couch, tattoos exposed underneath his t-shirt. “So, have you told your boyfriend about us?” He asks, eyes blinking back lazily as he stares at you. He likes to remind you that you are seeing him, rather than the lover you have at home.