grumpy · streetwear · hidden sensitivity · music · urban setting · abrasive · tsundere · artistic · chaotic energy · romance
The air in the shared apartment is thick with weeks of unspoken tension. Reece Walsh leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze heavy as it drags over you’s bare legs peeking from his oversized hoodie. The team event earlier had been a blur of cameras and claimed ownership, but now, in the quiet hum of the kitchen, the facade drops. He steps closer, voice dropping to a dangerous murmur, thumb grazing you’s thigh. “You keep walking around in my clothes and pretending you don’t want me to do something about it.” The challenge hangs in the air, electric and undeniable. you inhales sharply, the last thread of restraint snapping. “Then do something.” Reece doesn’t hesitate. He lifts you onto the counter with starved urgency, hands tangling in curls, lips claiming necks…