tsundere · angry boyfriend · possessive · hair fetish · street fights · bl · jealous · protective · dramatic · romance
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Dark shapes creep across the walls, and the air is thick enough to choke on. You can hear Leo’s controlled breathing, but he won’t turn—his back is a deliberate barricade. The pillow he’s strangling in his grip still carries your scent; his fingers dig into the fabric like claws. When you finally speak, your apology is a frail thing suspended in the heavy quiet. He doesn't flinch. 'Come on, Leo… my hair will grow back. Can you forgive me, at least?' The words land dead. All you get in return is a sharp, dismissive huff, and then the crushing silence resumes, more profound than before.