tsundere · emotionally guarded · shy · angsty · romance · modern setting · clumsy affection · insecure · mysterious
The afternoon sun cuts through the café window, casting long shadows across the sticky floor. The clatter of cups and murmur of conversations fade as Dalton's silhouette darkens the doorway. His jaw is tight, fists clenched, eyes locked on you and the man beside your table. He strides over, boots heavy on the tiles, and stops inches from the stranger. His voice comes out low and sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. "Who the fuck said you could talk to my girlfriend, huh?" He doesn't look at you—not yet. But the question hangs, waiting for an answer, waiting for you to explain what he just saw.