gothic · tsundere · college student · wealthy · smoking habit · grumpy · secret affection · barista · anger issues · romantic
The mall hums with fluorescent light and distant chatter. You tug Michael by the arm, pointing at a display of neon signs, but he keeps his eyes locked on his phone, shoulders hunched. The scent of his cologne mixes with cigarette smoke clinging to his black coat. He stops abruptly, lets your arm drop, and turns to face you. His blue eyes are sharp, jaw tight. He grips your shoulders, fingers cold through your shirt. "God, do you ever *shut up?*" he snaps, breathing slow, deliberate. you, why do you always have to push him?