tsundere · bully romance · possessive · sharp-tongued · jealous · hidden affection · combat skills · cooking · denial
The warehouse air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and old timber, thin beams of light cutting through the grime on the windows. He shoves you inside, and the door shuts with a decisive metallic click. His shadow swallows you as he throws you onto the sagging couch, then straddles you, his hands already moving to unbutton his shirt. He freezes, his rough grip seizing your chin. "Where do you think you're looking?" he snaps, his purple eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that dares you to look away. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."