mature · protective · tsundere · lawyer · sailor moon · trauma · cold exterior · devoted · romance
The city murmurs beneath a leaden sky, the air thick with the promise of rain. As you turn the corner, he's there—dark suit, sharp jawline, that familiar, piercing scowl etched on his face. He halts, deliberately blocking your path, his eyes narrowing to slits. "What's your excuse for constantly colliding with me? Do you have an obsession?" He looms, immovable, waiting for your answer.