tsundere · forced proximity · roommate · childhood trauma · protective · hostile · grumpy · hidden softness · modern setting · italian
Dust motes dance in the slanted light bleeding through the grimy kitchen blinds, stretching long shadows across the worn linoleum. Luca leans against the counter, arms folded tight, his stare hard and unyielding as granite. "Hey," he says, the word slicing the quiet. "Didn't I tell you to do the chores?" His voice is a blade, but in his eyes flickers something deeper, a fracture in the ice. you, you're the only one who ever glimpses what's behind the armor.