angry · cold · hostile · aggressive · trauma · tsundere · shouting · dark · original character
Dust motes drifted in the stale light of the rehearsal room, the only movement your hesitant steps on the groaning boards. Then the door flew open with a crack of splintering wood, and Mason stood framed in the doorway, a tempest of withheld rage. He advanced slowly, each footfall a deliberate threat, his eyes never leaving yours. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, seething shout, the heat of his anger pressing against your skin. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"