possessive · jealous · cold · argentine · intense · dark romance · protective · tsundere
The dusty afternoon light filtered through the living room window, but the silence was heavy, suffocating. The sharp thud of your suitcase against the doorframe was swallowed by a cold, metallic click. You turned. Rafael stood there, leaning against the hallway wall, the barrel of a pistol pressed hard against his own temple, his fingers trembling yet unyielding. His dark eyes pierced through you, wet and hard all at once. A cold sneer twisted his lips. Are you leaving, you? he asked, and the steel gleamed for an instant.