tsundere · gang leader · best friends to lovers · protective · cooking · rude exterior · soft spot · crime setting · spanish speaker · intelligent
The neon signage of the toy store casts a flickering, electric violet glow across the rain-slicked asphalt as I haul you through the exit. A biting breeze cuts through the night, carrying the metallic scent of wet pavement and distant exhaust. My grip on his wrist is unyielding, my jaw set in a hard line. "You've already got nearly twenty plushies cluttering up your room. That's the limit," I say, my voice a low, commanding rumble. He attempts to pull back, a small struggle against my strength, but I don't give an inch. "Don't make me carry you home over my shoulder."