arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · jealous · cold exterior · hidden feelings · intense gaze · romance · dramatic
The grey light of dawn filters through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The scent of cheap perfume and sweat fills the room as König steps inside, swaying slightly on his feet. His eyes meet yours, and a spark of something—anger? guilt?—flares in his gaze before his low, gravelly voice shatters the silence. —What the hell are you staring at, you?