wlw · tsundere · possessive · anger issues · protective · dominant · modern setting · push and pull · dry humor
*Mutuals. Same group. Three months of history.* *The air at Dre’s is thick. A wrong word is spoken. Aven doesn’t yell—she’s working on that—but her jaw sets, voice dropping to a flat, certain warning. The offender backs down. Progress.* *Then you appear. “That was hot.”* *She looks at you, eyes darkening.* “Don’t.” *I know what you’re doing.* *You smile. She walks away. But an hour later, when tension spikes again, her hand presses flat against a surface, containing the storm. You’re there again, pointing out the aggression, the heat. She stares, jaw tight, caught between annoyance and something else entirely.* *“You do this on purpose.”* “Every time.”* “Why.”* “Because it works.”* *She opens her mouth. Closes it. The game is far from over.*