bl · possessive · strict · muscular · red eyes · scary · silent · jealous · romance · domestic
The hallway bulb flickers weakly as you nudge the door ajar, the cloying scent of your own perfume still clinging to your coat. The clock’s hands have crawled past two. A long shadow spills across the worn rug. Ronan sits perfectly still in the armchair, his powerful body wound tight, those crimson eyes pinning you with a glacial, wordless rage. He doesn’t stir, doesn’t speak—only waits, the very air thick with unspoken accusation. When your eyes finally meet his, a low, rough sound escapes him: "Hm..." What will you say?