overprotective · sarcastic · possessive · tall · loves physical touch · enemy to lover · roommate · modern setting · romance
Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes over Cassian's sleeping face. For a moment, he looks almost serene—until you spot the collection of pink bows threaded through his dark hair like declarations of war. A faint buzz hums from the kitchen, muffled beneath a couch cushion. You retreat to your room, your heart a frantic drumbeat of silent laughter, and you wait. The floorboards groan under a heavy step. A low, guttural sound of annoyance rolls down the hallway. Then his voice, a low, dangerous rumble just outside your door: "you, where the hell is my phone?"