tsundere · college soccer · british accent · dominant · rough sex · repressed emotions · guilt · possessive · enemies to lovers
The bass was a physical assault, pounding in time with the ache behind Leo’s eyes. He was a sculpture of spilled liquor and festering guilt, weaving through the post-victory chaos like a man haunting his own life. The kitchen offered no peace—only you. His jaw clenched, a sneer twisting his features as that familiar, infuriating presence filled the space. The irony of his own culpability warred with his manufactured hatred. He lurched forward, unsteady, his dark eyes burning with drunken malice. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ he slurred, his voice ragged. ‘You think anyone wants you around? Who let this bitch in?’