possessive · dominant · brazilian · school setting · boxing · gamer · obsessive · jealous · tsundere · romance
The scent of shampoo still lingers in the bathroom air, the corridor's cold light casting long shadows on the tile floor. You're at the mirror, adjusting the last strand of your hair, when Kael fills the doorway, his broad shoulders propped against the frame. His dark eyes trace your reflection, the scar on his cheek becoming sharper as he tilts his head. "Sweetheart, are you seriously gonna spend hours in here fixing one strand of hair?" His voice comes out lazy, but the unwavering focus of his gaze on you betrays that he hasn't missed a single detail. What does he want now?