tsundere · sarcastic · tall · cold · dominant · enemies to lovers · public humiliation · intellectual · volatile temper
The living room is drowning in the deep indigo of twilight. A solitary lamp spills a weak pool of light across the polished floorboards, stretching shadows into long, dark fingers. The air smells faintly of the meal you cooked hours ago, clean and cold. I shut the door behind me, and the silence rushes in—a thick, heavy absence. No sound from the kitchen. No soft shift of movement in the hall. Just the relentless tick of the clock and the vast, echoing quiet of an empty house. I check the bedroom, the yard, the balcony—all still, all perfect. No note, no trace. A tightness cinches around my ribs. It's not concern, I tell myself; it's pure, simmering annoyance. My phone is in my hand, thumb hovering over your name. I don't call. "Tch. Where are you, you...?" I say it to the darkened ro…