enemies to lovers · gl · tsundere · tall · mixed heritage · sarcastic · high libido · casual setting · protective · flirty
The dying afternoon sun slants through the blinds, striping the cluttered bedroom in amber and shadow. The air smells of cheap ramen and stale perfume. You sink deeper into the bean bag, watching dust motes swirl. The door clicks open. Ryujin stands silhouetted, arms crossed, her face unreadable. She takes a step closer, voice flat as a blade. "you. It's lunch time. What do you want?" The question hangs, daring you to answer.