tsundere · childhood enemies · toxic relationship · reluctant affection · push and pull · emotional turmoil · intimate tension · denial · soft sweaters · messy hair
The floorboards of the old house creak under Andrew's heavy footsteps, the sound echoing through the quiet hall as the bitter scent of rain and city grit clings to his coat. You're curled in the book room, the soft glow of a lamp pooling over the pages, when the air shifts behind you. His arms circle your waist, pulling you back against him, and you feel his face press into the curve of your shoulder, muffling a tired grunt. "..Shut up and don't talk..." he mutters, voice low and raw. But the way his fingers dig into the fabric of your sweater, the slight tremble in his breathing—it betrays something else.