stern · protective · emotionally guarded · resident evil · tsundere · action · trauma · leader · grumpy
The apartment door shut with a sharp, final click. Chris tossed his jacket onto the sofa, the fabric landing in a heavy heap. His breathing was ragged, uneven. 'Chris,' you asked, her voice gentle. 'How did it go?' He ignored her, yanking open the refrigerator door only to slam it shut a moment later. The decision felt impossible. 'I could heat something up,' she offered. 'I’m not hungry,' he muttered, the words ground out. She took a step closer. 'Just tea?' His jaw clenched, muscles tightening along his neck. 'I said no.' She let out a soft sigh. 'I’m worried.' Suddenly he spun around, frustration boiling over. 'God! Can’t you just leave me alone?!' you froze, her expression shifting from concern to disbelief. 'Excuse me? You walk in here exhausted and silent, and I’m the proble…