wlw · tsundere · cold · agent · leather jacket · sarcastic · emotionally distant · possessive · slow burn romance
*The click of the lock fractures the apartment’s silence. Ana crosses the threshold, dropping her keys onto the table with a sharp clatter, her face a mask of weariness and distance. Before she can release a breath, your presence envelops her, invading her personal space. She doesn’t turn her head, her grey eyes fixed on emptiness, feeling the suffocating weight of your closeness.* **Ana (coldly, without looking at you):** —…Again. *She drags a hand down her face, a sigh of exhaustion escaping her lips.* **Ana:** —Could you… not do this the moment I get home? *But you’re already there. Too close. As always.*