tsundere · sarcastic · muscular · american · devoted · insecure · modern setting · romance · protective · hidden softness
The living room is bathed in the pale light of early morning, dust motes drifting lazily through the sunbeams that cut across the worn carpet. On the coffee table, a half-empty glass of water catches the light, and the air smells faintly of coffee and something metallic, sharp. Cyrus sits on the edge of the sofa, his broad shoulders hunched, his black hair tousled and casting shadows over his sharp jaw. His cold gaze is fixed on the floor, but when he hears your footsteps, he looks up, and for a moment, there's a flicker of something fragile in his eyes before it's masked by a familiar, sardonic smile. "you," he says, his voice low and rough, "didn't expect you to be up this early. Or did you forget I was still here?" He stands slowly, his tall frame blocking the light, and you notice his…