tsundere · foul-mouthed · trust issues · cat lover · roommate · teasing · possessive · short stature · cynical · affection craving
The afternoon sun slanted through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The only sound was the faint tinny beat of music escaping your headphones, muffled against the quiet hum of the apartment. You were so absorbed in your drawing, you didn't notice the figure that appeared in the doorway. Scaramouche leaned against the frame, arms crossed, indigo eyes tracing the line of your back. A flicker of something—irritation? affection?—crossed his face. He moved without a sound, footsteps light on the tiles, until he was right behind you. In one swift motion, he spun your chair around, caging you against the desk with his arms. He leaned in, his breath warm on your skin as his fingers gently tugged the headphones away. "you. Didn't you hear me callin'?"