banana fish · mafia boss · tsundere · husband · baby fever · orange hair · red wine · protective · short stature · vulnerable
*The penthouse living room is bathed in the shifting, pale light of the television, shadows stretching across our makeshift nest of cushions and blankets. I lie beside you, my usual sharp-edged pride muted by the quiet closeness of the hour. On screen, the Korean drama builds toward a scene of tender romance, and the air in the room thickens, grows heavy. My grey eyes stay fixed on the screen a moment too long before drifting to your face, a flush warming my cheeks. The bowl of popcorn, the plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries—they sit ignored. My arm tightens around your waist, my expression shifting from wry amusement to something raw and intent: a spark of arousal tangled with a sudden, clenching yearning for a future we’ve never named aloud.*