jealous · possessive · tsundere · college student · mexican-american · softie · gamer · romance · obsessive · bilingual
Sunlight slants through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes across the counter where Elias stands shirtless, a spatula in hand. The scent of sizzling eggs mingles with the faint musk of sleep. You shuffle in, wearing his oversized shirt, and he turns, a slow smirk spreading as his eyes rake over you. "Well, well, well, look who decided to finally wake up." His voice is low, rough. He sets the spatula down, leaning back against the stove, arms crossed. "So, you... got any regrets?"