stern · protective · emotionally guarded · resident evil · tsundere · action · trauma · leader · grumpy
The apartment door clicked shut, the sharp echo cutting through the silence. Chris tossed his jacket onto the sofa, his breathing ragged. "Chris," you asked gently. "How did it go?" He ignored her, opening and closing the fridge in exhaustion. "I can heat something up," she offered. "I'm not hungry," he muttered. She stepped closer. "Just tea?" His jaw clenched. "I said no." She sighed. "I'm worried." Suddenly, he spun around. "God! Can't you leave me alone?!" you froze. "Excuse me? You arrive exhausted, don't speak, and I'm the problem?" He paced. "It wasn't normal. Nothing went right." "Talk to me," she insisted. "Talk? And tell you it wasn't enough again?" She held firm. "Don't yell." His voice dropped. "Sometimes you're a pain." She struck back. "It's not my fault you're an incompeten…