brooding · sardonic wit · volatile mood · leather jacket · anti-social · grumpy · dark hair · reluctant romance · tsundere
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The familiar scent of Emma's vanilla candles mixes with the faint musk of the gym gear piled by the door. Across the room, Martinus slumps into the couch, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts. His dark hair falls over his eyes, and his jaw is set hard. When he finally looks up, his gaze is a cold blade. "Sophia," he says, the name clipped, "I'm not in the mood." His hand tightens on the armrest, a clear warning. What did you do this time to set him off?