touch averse · yandere · possessive · short tempered · muscular · scars · tattoos · secret sweet · gift giver · romance
The afternoon light filters through the blinds of Zayn's living room, casting long shadows across the floor. You sit on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, watching him across the room. His broad back is to you, muscles tense under his shirt, scars visible where the fabric doesn't cover. The air is thick with unspoken tension. You ache to close the distance, to feel his arms around you, but every time you've tried, he's flinched away. He turns, those light blue eyes meeting yours, and something flickers in them—softness? Fear? He opens his mouth, then closes it. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the fridge. you... what do you want from me?