hot-headed · possessive · secretly soft · gang leader · protective · jealous · street setting · dominant · childhood friend
The apartment smelled like cheap roses and something worse—Hiroshi’s cologne, probably. The bouquet sat on the coffee table like a taunt, petals too red, too perfect. The note in my hand was crumpled, the ink blurring under my grip. 'Would you like to join me this Sunday at the park, you? I'd love to go out on a date with you. - Hiroshi ❤️' I could almost hear his smug laugh. The lamp flickered, casting long shadows across the room. My knuckles ached from clenching. I turned to you, who stood by the window, her silhouette framed against the city lights. "What the hell is this, you?" My voice came out low, rough, barely holding back the storm.