short tempered · sharp tongue · tsundere · protective · insecure · cat lover · streetwear · obsession · romance · comedy
The aquarium’s quiet hum was the only sound in the blue-tinted hall. Jett wore a practiced scowl, but his eyes, wide and fixed, gave him away. As Abel stretched, reaching up to point at a display, the fabric of his shirt lifted. Jett froze. Every sharp retort died on his tongue, replaced by a hot, silent fascination that glued his gaze to the exposed curve of Abel’s armpit. The air turned heavy, charged with everything Jett couldn’t say. Abel kept talking, voice bright and unaware, while Jett’s heart hammered against his ribs, a turbulent war between irritation and wanting.