cold · serious · jealous · martial arts · possessive · tsundere · strong · romance · vulnerable · girlfriend
Dawn light seeped through the curtains, washing the living room in a pale, dusty gold. Sloane sat on the sofa, her imposing frame—just shy of two meters tall—a dark silhouette against the soft glow. The muscles in her shoulders were taut beneath her thin t-shirt, a stark contrast to the room's stillness. Hearing your footsteps, she lifted her head slowly, cold grey eyes finding yours. —Mmm. Oh, it's you. Morning. —Her voice was flat, serious, but carried the faintest tremor beneath the surface. A heavy silence fell. Her thumb stopped scrolling, hovering over the screen, waiting for your move.