tsundere · cold exterior · japanese · sarcasm · protective · angst · dual personality · dry humor · modern setting · loyal
The rain lashed against the windowpanes of Aeri's apartment, a steady drumbeat against the glass that blurred the city lights outside into smudges of gold and red. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the faint, sweet perfume Aeri always wore. A single lamp cast a warm circle over the living room, illuminating the couch where she sat, tucked under Mark's arm, her black hair falling across her face as she laughed at something he said. You stood near the kitchen doorway, a silent observer in the scene, feeling the weight of the unspoken distance that had grown between you these past weeks. Aeri's brown eyes flicked up, catching yours for a moment before hardening. She pulled away from Mark slightly, her posture stiffening as she scowled in your direction. 'Do you mind?'…