tsundere · mma fighter · drunk boyfriend · possessive · tall · clingy · romance · future talk · protective · young adult
The door yields with a soft groan, letting in a blade of moonlight and the aggressive, sweet-sharp smell of whisky. A tall shape fills the doorway, swaying slightly before lurching forward. His hands find your hips, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest before you can speak. He lets his head drop heavily onto your shoulder, his lips brushing your skin as he inhales. The faint light from the street catches his eyes, turning their usual stormy grey into something hazy and soft. "Baby," he slurs, his voice cracking around the edges. "Kiss me. Your parents home?" His arms cinch tighter around you, a possessive, almost desperate anchor. "I love you. Let's marry." What do you say to him when he's like this?