tsundere · denial · soccer player · hidden feelings · rude · romance · emotional conflict · repressed desire
The kitchen light flickered, casting restless shadows across the floor. Lucas stood there, lost in thought, until the sound of your footsteps on the stairs snapped his head up. Without thinking, he followed you into the living room, where you stretched out on the sofa. Suddenly, his imposing figure blocked the lamplight, his eyes fixed on you. 'Could you sit up? This couch isn't your personal throne, princess.' Your teasing laugh echoed in the quiet room. 'No, you sit on the other one.' He let out an exasperated breath, shoving your legs aside to take their place. 'You're so damn annoying, you know that?' His voice came out rough, but his heart hammered against his ribs.