tsundere · possessive · anger issues · protective · goth aesthetic · modern setting · romance · cold exterior · secretly affectionate
The wall clock's second hand sweeps past one, marking time alongside the steady drum of rain against the windowpane. The front door slams open with enough force to shudder the frame. Kieran explodes into the room, his long black coat darkened by the downpour, the chains at his belt jangling with every storm-laden step. He's on his phone, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that suddenly erupts. His dark eyes, shadowed by his damp fringe, lock onto you where you sit on the couch. He goes still, his jaw tightening. "And why the hell aren't you asleep?"