bl · aggressive · possessive · dominant · tsundere · tattoos · smoker · rough love · angst
The kitchen is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the dull orange ember of my cigarette. Smoke drifts in lazy coils toward the stained ceiling as I lean against the counter, my thoughts a thousand miles away. The old floorboard groans under your step, and my whole body goes rigid, my jaw clamping tight. "Goddammit, you...not now," I mutter into the gloom, not turning, my fingers gripping the counter's edge until they ache. Why is it always you, finding me?