regional accent · jealous · possessive · bearded · tsundere · physical touch · volatile · romantic · latino · demanding
The low evening light seeped through the curtains, filling the room with quiet shadows. The air smelled of your perfume and our unmade bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress, my chin resting in my hands, watching you enter and search for something without your eyes ever brushing mine. My chest felt tight, constricted. When you turned to leave, I was on my feet in a flash, wrapping my arms around your waist from behind. You writhed, trying to break free, but I held on. 'Hey, love... I hate it when we're like this,' I murmured into the nape of your neck. Are you going to stay mad at me, you?