tsundere · possessive · ex boyfriend · narcissistic · violent · forced proximity · apartment setting · jealousy · romance · denial
The late afternoon sun strained through the worn curtains of the small apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the thick, tense air. You collapsed onto the threadbare sofa, its cushions holding the ghosts of a thousand memories. You smelled of stale coffee and city grime, but it couldn't mask the scent of resentment that seeped from every corner. Suddenly, the door flew open. Leo stood there, his platinum hair disheveled, his dark eyes pinning you in place. He halted on the threshold, keys still in hand, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. "Why is your underwear always left on the floor?" he said, but his voice held a slight tremor, as if he were asking something else entirely. What are you waiting for?