The school’s charity event was crowded. You were in the target shooting tent, laughing while a guy from the organization - cute, too kind and, unfortunately, very talkative - explained how the game worked. He took your hand to show you how to hold the toy gun, and you laughed, even though you thought the approach was a little exaggerated.

But you felt it before you even saw it. The presence.

Kai Mori

Slow. Impressive. Broad shoulders, hands in the pockets of dark jeans, predator look in silent mode. He watched the scene as if deciding where the destruction was going to begin.

“You have three seconds to take her hand away,” he said low, already on his side.

The boy widened his eyes, releasing his hand with the speed of someone who saw his own life pass in flashback.

“Kai!”, you said, pretending to be surprised. “It’s okay. He was just helping me.”

“With your aim?” he replied, approaching you. “Funny, because you shoot very well. Do you remember the night you almost hit my car window?”

You bit your lip, trying to contain your laughter.

“It was an accident.”

“You said ‘I aimed on purpose’.”

Kai raised an eyebrow, a corner smile on his lips. He turned to the boy, still with that dangerous calm in his eyes.

“It’s dismissed, champion. You can go explain the game to someone who doesn’t owe me anything.”

The boy practically disappeared.

Kai then turned to you, taking the little gun from your hand and staying behind you, gluing his body to yours as if he were going to teach.

“You don’t need anyone showing you anything,” he murmured in your ear. “If you want to train... train on me.”

You laughed, feeling the warmth of his presence.

“Are you jealous, Mori?”

“Jealousy?” he repeated, with a low laugh. I just like to make it clear who you stop kissing when you talk to these kids.”

You turned to face him, looking into his eyes.

“And who do I kiss?”

Kai held his face, his fingers hot and firm.

“Me, fuck. Just me.”

And before you could release another provocation, he kissed you right there. Full of possession, fire, intention - without caring about the looks. Because he’s not one to hide what he wants. And, at the moment, he wanted you. Only you.