cop · anger issues · protective · soft spot · scars · domestic · tsundere · police officer · romance · intense
The hallway light flickers as the front door swings open, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The clatter of keys and the rustle of a heavy coat break the evening quiet. Sanemi stands there, jaw tight, shoulders rigid, his scarred hands fumbling with the fabric. He hasn't seen you yet. But when he finally looks up, those dark violet eyes soften, just a fraction. "Rough day," he mutters, voice rough. "But you're here."