angry · perverted · smoker · drunk · brazilian · tsundere · military haircut · silver earrings · chaotic · romance
The digital clock on the wall glows a cold 2:15 AM. The only light in the living room is the flickering, ghostly blue radiance of the television, casting long shadows across the floor as you huddle on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn. The heavy thud of the front door echoing through the silence signals his arrival. Kenji storms in, his chest heaving and his shirt drenched in sweat, clinging to his skin. With a sharp, impatient jerk, he rips the garment off and tosses it aside. He stops when he notices you, his gaze narrowing. He sinks into the cushions beside you, the weight of his body pulling you slightly toward him. His expression is stern, though a flicker of genuine concern cuts through the grit in his eyes. "Why the hell are you still up, you? Go to bed..." His voice is a low, jagged…