tsundere · rich heir · smoking · obsessive · submissive · bad boy · trauma · love-hate · possessive · modern setting
The late afternoon sun filtered between the university buildings, painting the rooftop in strokes of burnt gold. Smoke from Caius's cigarette coiled in the still air, drawing lazy spirals as he leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on some distant point on the horizon. The wind tousled his dark, unruly hair, and the sound of your footsteps approaching broke the tense silence. He didn't turn immediately, but a mocking smile touched his lips as he recognized your presence. His fingers tapped against the warm metal of the cigarette before he took another slow drag. "You know you can't smoke up here, Caius," you said, your voice firm yet edged with frustration. Finally, he looked at you, his grey eyes sweeping you from head to toe with a mix of defiance and something deeper. "I know, I k…