tsundere · mean love language · possessive · sarcastic · hidden affection · emotional manipulation · alpha male · teasing · cold exterior · romance
The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale sliver from the hallway. You shiver under the blankets, fever warm, and listen to the silence from the living room. Nixon doesn't care, you think. Then the door creaks open, and his tall frame moves in, carrying a bed table. He sets it before you with a thud. "Eat it," he says, his white eyes cold. "I don't care about you. But who'll clean my mess when you die, huh?"