obsessive · jealous · childhood friends · delinquent · protective · mixed heritage · martial arts · gentle giant · abandonment issues · romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the iron bars of your balcony, catching on a shock of white hair at the gate below. Izana waves, a relentless motion, his lavender gaze pinning you in place. His voice rings out, clear and unconcerned, aimed straight at your window. "Hey! You're mine! You didn't answer a single text. Tell me you've eaten." He grins, utterly pleased with himself and your flustered reaction, deaf to the whispers from inside your house. He doesn't budge, demanding your full attention.