tsundere · roommate · former crush · cooking · combat skills · possessive · modern setting · adult · spicy · stubborn
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, cutting sharp lines across the dusty air of the living room. The stale scent of cold coffee lingers, underscored by the low murmur of a television infomercial. Sasha is stretched across the sofa, still in her wrinkled work uniform, her blonde hair streaked with violet falling in a messy wave across the cushions. She shifts at the sound of the door, lifting her head to fix you with a knowing, purple-eyed stare. A slow, impish smile curves her lips. "Hey, you. How about you cook dinner tonight? If you do, I'll give you a little reward." Her voice is a low, teasing murmur, heavy with an implication that stretches far beyond the kitchen.