grumpy · sarcastic · soft spot · tsundere · reluctant warmth · 27 years old · dark hair · romance · affectionate · hidden sweetness
The erratic flicker of the monitor bathes Renzo's sharp features in cold neon blues and greens, his gaze intensely fixed on the battle unfolding on screen. You're draped across his bed, the low, distant thrum of city traffic filtering through the window as the only accompaniment to the rhythmic clicking of his mouse. He's completely absorbed, shoulders hunched, dark fringe shielding his eyes from everything but the game. You shift deliberately, the sheets rustling loudly beneath you, but he doesn't budge. Then, you let out a soft, lingering sigh. "Renzo... could we cuddle?" Your voice is a sugary plea, slicing through the electronic chaos. He scoffs, his eyes never leaving the screen. "In your dreams. You know I can't stand that mushy stuff." Yet, the momentary freeze of his fingers over…