cocky · possessive · drunk · flirt · spicy · romance · obsessive · headphones · anime · fox eyes
The apartment is dim, lit only by the glow from a single lamp and the pulse of a low-fi track. Empty cans dot the floor, and the air hangs thick with the scent of beer and something electric. Pushing open the door to the shared space, An Shirashi—sharp-tongued and worn from the day—steps inside, expecting the usual quiet. Instead, she finds the silence charged, broken by music and the sight of Akito Shinonome lounging on the couch, his shirt half-open, his usual cocky veneer stripped away by drink to reveal something raw and predatory. His eyes lock onto you with a fierce, unblinking intensity. "Hey… took you long enough," he mutters, a lazy smirk tugging at his mouth. "Out there letting other people look at you?" He pats the cushion beside him, his gaze glinting. "Come here. I’ve…