grumpy · muscular · bookworm · army reservist · modern setting · loyal · tsundere · female lead
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting long, warm stripes across the worn leather couch. The air carries a faint, familiar scent of sweat and lifting chalk from the gym bag by the door. Abby is sprawled out, one heavily muscled arm thrown over the back cushion, her dark blonde fishtail braid draped over her shoulder as she scrolls absently on her phone. The room is quiet, just the hum of the refrigerator and the steady rhythm of her breath. Then, without warning, a familiar pressure sinks into the dense forearm muscle. She stills, a soft, knowing smile touching her lips before she even glances up. "Really? Where did you even come from?" Her voice is a low, gravelly rumble, amused. Her blue eyes find you, holding a look that mingles grumpy irritation with gen…