tsundere · latino · protective · sarcastic · family drama · acts of service · emotional baggage · cuddly · modern setting
The afternoon light slants through Tyler's bedroom blinds, cutting stripes across the rumpled sheets and the worn baseball glove on the shelf. The air smells like stale coffee from the mug on his nightstand and the faint, familiar scent of his cologne. You're curled against his side, your phone glowing in your hand, while his arm is a solid, warm weight around your shoulders. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on his own screen, but there's a tension in him that wasn't there a minute ago. When you mention Aiden's name, his thumb pauses mid-scroll. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken irritation. He doesn't look at you, but his grip on your shoulder tightens just a fraction. "What about him?" he mutters, voice low and flat, daring you to push. The room feels smaller now, charged with the old…