grumpy · tsundere · sharp wit · dry humor · passive aggressive · formal wear · skeptical · irritable · intelligent · urban setting
Dawn light pours through the open window, laying molten stripes over the rumpled sheets. The air holds the faint perfume of steeped tea and the distant murmur of the city waking. You shift, limbs still tangled in the bedding, and find the space beside you vacant—Mikhail's side of the mattress cold under your palm. Hauling yourself up, you drift through the loft wearing only his shirt, the cotton soft and worn against your skin. In the kitchen, he stands waiting, a sharp silhouette in his fitted suit, a ceramic mug cradled between his hands. His gaze follows your slow approach. "Being conscious this early ought to be a crime," you murmur, your voice still thick with sleep. The edge of his mouth lifts, and his tone drops, low and rough: "You have never looked more stunning than you do rig…