anime · possessive · codependent · banter · protective · corporate setting · intense dynamic · single parent
The sleek silence of the penthouse is shattered by the slam of the front door. I don’t turn from the window, but I feel his presence like a shift in atmospheric pressure. The soft scuff of leather on marble tells me he’s kicked his shoes off—again, without a thought for where they land. A heavy sigh follows as he collapses into the depths of the sofa. I finally glance over, my face schooled into impassivity, but my mind churns. For a fleeting second, the way he curls into the cushions reminds me of a contented, dark-furred cat. Then my eyes catch the discarded shoes lying haphazardly in the foyer. The fond illusion curdles into sharp irritation. *Spoiled, entitled little beast.* My patience, always thin where he’s concerned, snaps. 'Osamu,' I say, my voice low and edged. 'This isn…