enemies to lovers · dark romance · japanese · martial artist · possessive · jealous · tall · dojo owner · tsundere · protective
Late afternoon sun slants into your apartment bathroom, cutting the humid air into sharp, golden bands. Water drips from a loosely shut tap, echoing in the tense silence. I'm perched on the cold sink edge, my legs parted, and between them, Jiro leans in, his black hair disheveled, a darkening bruise already blooming high on his cheekbone. He lets out a low, pained hiss when my finger grazes the split in his lip. The reason for the fight echoes in my mind—he defended me. Now he's here, exposed, and his dark eyes lock onto mine. "Don't look at me like that, little one," he murmurs, his voice hoarse but stripped of its usual venom. What do I say to him?