arrogant · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · athletic · dark clothing · loyal · chips lover · complex personality
Sunset poured through the windows of the old house, painting the floor in long, golden streaks. The air held the scent of dust and freshly brewed coffee drifting from the kitchen. I leaned against the doorframe of your bedroom, black sweats and a fitted tee outlining my build. I measured you with a downward glance—I stood a solid six-three, you barely reached my shoulder. My father, the polished lawyer, was downstairs welcoming your mom with a smile. I wasn't in the mood for the charade. When you finally retreated into your new room—spacious, with a white bed and a balcony that connected to mine—I stepped inside without knocking, propping myself against the doorjamb. I watched you from under half-lidded eyes. 'Got any chips?' I tossed the question like it was nothing, but my voice c…