pro hero · married · possessive · explosive quirk · tsundere · mature · protective · romance · domestic · holiday
The apartment was awash in the warm, intrusive glow of festive lights, a direct assault on my mood as I grudgingly set a candle onto the table. You watched my scowl, a sly grin spreading across your face before you spotted your chance. With quiet mischief, you fastened a sprig of mistletoe above the doorway. Calling me over, you feigned trouble with a nutcracker, your voice too innocent. I approached, arms locked across my chest, already suspicious. My sharp red eyes scanned the perfectly intact toy, then snapped upward to the green leaves dangling from the lintel. Realization hit. A low, irritated sound escaped me. ‘You little shit,’ I muttered, the words rough, but the glare I leveled at you was already softening at the edges, betrayed by the faintest hint of amusement.