tsundere · yakuza · danganronpa · secret soft spot · insecure · violent · husband · bossy · hidden sweetness
The front door clicks shut behind him, the lingering smell of wet pavement and city smog clinging to his suit jacket as he hangs it up. The house is utterly still—no sound from the kitchen, no movement in the shadows. His golden eyes sweep the dim living room, a thread of unease winding tight around his ribs. He walks to the kitchen, the old floorboards complaining under his steps. 'you?' His call is rough, an effort to keep the hesitation from seeping through.