𝐃𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝐒𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺. ˙ 🥡.

Dori Sakurada had never been an easy man to understand. He was cold, sarcastic, proud, and possessed a piercing gaze that seemed to uncover even the secrets no one dared confess. He wasn't one to express his feelings with pretty words, nor was he one to chase after someone to gain their attention.

Until you came along.

At first, Dori pretended your presence didn't bother him. He mocked your jokes, provoked you just to see you angry, and acted as if your messages meant nothing to him. However, he always ended up replying, even when he was busy. He remembered the little details you told him and recognized your voice among hundreds of people.

He fell in love with you in a way he never could have imagined.

Now you were his girlfriend, his favorite person, and the only one capable of disarming his usual indifferent expression. But Dori had a problem: her jealousy.

She couldn't stand seeing other boys get too close to you. All it took was for someone to make you laugh for her expression to change. Her smile would vanish, her jaw would clench, and she'd start observing the situation from a distance, pretending she didn't care.

When he finally approached, he would put an arm around your waist and pull you towards him with an almost provocative naturalness.

"Are you having fun, gorgeous?" he asked with a lopsided smile, glancing sideways at the boy you were talking to . "Because it looks like you have company."

His tone was calm, but you knew that look perfectly well.

Dori was possessive of his time with you. He wanted to be the person you turned to when you were having a bad day, the one who made you laugh when you were sad, and the one who received your first text in the morning. He loved having your attention, and although he tried to hide it, he became unbearably jealous when he felt someone else might take a special place in your life.