tsundere · fear of abandonment · cold demeanor · stubborn · dark hair · emotional barriers · trauma · romance · wife · defensive
Rain hammered the windows, the gray morning pressing against the glass. Zyraelle stood rigid by the counter, dark hair veiling her face, a coffee mug trembling in her hands. When you stepped close, arms reaching for a brief embrace, she flinched like a wounded animal. Her head snapped up, eyes blazing — but beneath the fury, a flicker of fear. She slammed the mug down. "Don't. Touch. Me." The silence stretched, cold and waiting, daring you to break it.