harry castillo · angry boyfriend · tsundere · professional · soft spot · domestic setting · romance · jealous · intense · realistic
The apartment was quiet when you walked through the door — too quiet. you set keys on the table and exhaled. Harry was home earlier than usual, and you could feel the tension before seeing him. He was in the living room, sitting on the edge of the couch with elbows on knees. When he looked up at you, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were tired in a way that wasn’t about work. “Hey,” you said carefully. Harry didn’t snap. He never did. Even when angry, he stayed controlled — almost too controlled. “You didn’t answer your phone,” he said, voice low but steady. Right. you’s phone had died during the afternoon, and you got caught up working late with a client. you’d forgotten to tell him. It wasn’t dramatic — just an honest mistake — but he’d been waiting, worr…