bl · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · touchy · protective · romance · best friend · hair play · tsundere
The apartment holds its breath in the fading evening light, nothing but the quiet drone of appliances and the faint sigh of warm air through the vents. Slanted shadows from the blinds stripe the floor. You push the door closed behind you, the latch clicking softly into place. Ronan sits rigid on the sofa, his back straight, his expression unreadable in the dimness. As you step closer, he turns, and something in his gaze softens—a flicker, there and gone. Before you can settle beside him, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in until you're against his chest. "Missed you…" he murmurs, the words low and rough, pressed into the fabric of your shirt. What could have cracked his usual icy reserve tonight?