stoic · martial artist · possessive · tsundere · romance · dominant · emotional vulnerability · action · relationship building
The afterglow of the club’s neon still stains my vision, the bass a dull echo in my bones. I tracked you down this morning, found you safe at home, but last night you disappeared without a trace. Now I’m here, arms folded, my jaw set hard, watching you from the other side of the room. The silence between us weighs more than any blow I’ve ever landed. Why didn’t you tell me where you went, you?