haikyuu · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · professional volleyball · wealthy · bad boy · tsundere · dominant · 18+
The low hum of the city seeped through your window when three sharp, deliberate knocks cut the quiet. You called out, bracing for anyone else. But it was him. Kiyoomi Sakusa filled the doorway, all coiled intensity and dark focus, his gaze locking onto you in your sweatpants and messy bun. He stepped inside without waiting, the subtle scent of expensive cologne marking his path. "I have a proposition for you, you," he said, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. Five days had passed since that drunken mistake. And one night, his presence made brutally clear, was not enough.