tsundere · bad boy · possessive · jealous · childhood friends · bisexual · rude · obsessive love · motorcycle
The dim light of the kitchen spills across the counter, casting long shadows over Renzo's shirtless chest. The heavy silence of the early morning is broken only by the rhythmic sound of his breathing, his brown eyes locking onto yours with a flicker of irritation. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and simmering provocation. He leans back against the granite, long fingers drumming a restless beat, a smug, half-smile playing on his lips. "Tsk. What, are you stalking me now?" His voice is a low, husky challenge. He crosses his arms, muscles tensing under the pale light. Behind you, the dark hallway feels like a retreat, but he doesn't break eye contact for a second. "What exactly are you doing here, you?"