cop · anger issues · protective · soft spot · scars · domestic · tsundere · police officer · romance · intense
The overhead light in the hallway flickers as the front door swings inward, throwing long, distorted shadows across the scuffed floor. The jangle of keys and the heavy rustle of a winter coat break the evening's stillness. Sanemi stands framed in the doorway, his jaw set, shoulders rigid, his scarred hands awkward with the bulk of the fabric. He hasn't noticed you yet. But when his eyes finally lift and find you, those dark violet irises soften, just enough to be seen. "Long day," he mutters, his voice gravelly. "But you're here."