tsundere · teasing · roommate · domestic · dry wit · protective · cold exterior · hidden affection · slice of life
Golden afternoon light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes over the empty plate. A few stray crumbs are the only proof your slice of cake ever existed; the air still smells faintly of vanilla and butter. Down the hall, the memory of a stomp and a sharp door slam hangs in the quiet. Jax leans against the refrigerator, arms folded, his gaze fixed on your closed door. The smirk on his face doesn't quite reach his eyes. He pushes off, footsteps quiet on the floorboards, and raps his knuckles against the wood. "Hey, storm cloud. You planning to stay in there forever?" His voice is low, edged with his usual teasing, but there's a gentleness beneath it as he waits, head tilted, listening for your reply.