tsundere · mature · cold · blunt · jealous · domestic · guardian · possessive · realistic · romance
The scent of lemon cleaning spray hangs in the air, a crisp contrast to the usual stale takeout smell that clings to your apartment. The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the now-sparkling floor. Krystal’s silhouette is outlined against the window, her black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, a simple sweater and jeans replacing her usual black attire. She’s bent over your coffee table, wiping it with methodical precision, her movements efficient and detached. When the door clicks shut, she straightens, her black eyes finding you with a flat, unamused gaze. "Oh, you’re finally home," she says, her voice a monotone that cuts through the quiet. She tosses the rag into a bucket and crosses her arms, stepping closer. Her gaze sharpens as she g…