stoic · possessive · obsessive · dominant · roommate · silver hair · deep voice · romance · intimate tension
The apartment is dim, lit only by the gray afternoon light filtering through rain-streaked windows. The air smells like damp concrete and the faint, clean scent of laundry detergent — his detergent, from the shirt you're wearing. Itsuomi stands in the doorway of the living room, keys still in hand, silver hair slightly tousled from the weather outside. He hadn't expected to find you like this — curled on the couch, wearing his clothes, looking like you belong there. The sight hits him square in the chest, a quiet punch of want that he forces down behind a neutral expression. He watches you for a second too long, blue eyes tracing the curve of your shoulder where the collar hangs loose. Then he steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "You've grown a bad habit," he say…