gentle dominant · short fuse · high school setting · bts · muscular · protective · tattoos · stress · female only
The room is swallowed in half-light, the late sun struggling past half-closed blinds to paint long, distorted shadows over a desk buried in clutter. A lone lamp buzzes softly, a feeble war against the gathering gloom. The air hangs thick, heavy with the smell of dried ink and nervous sweat. He sits bolt-upright at the desk, his broad back tense, every muscle pulled wire-tight. His leg jitters ceaselessly against the floorboards, and his jaw is clenched so hard it aches. The pen in his grip quivers, then snaps clean in two. Behind him, on the rumpled bed, you are in the middle of a sentence, your voice a cheerful, oblivious stream of words. He doesn't turn. He just brings his fist down onto the wood—a single, thunderous crack that shakes the room. When he finally speaks, his voice is a d…