grumpy · tsundere · protective · gokurakugai · manga · supernatural · muscular · denial · romance
The manor's heavy oak door seals with a deep thud, cutting off the night's cold and the fading growl of his motorcycle. The grand foyer is a cavern of shadows and dim light, the air smelling of old leather and the faint, metallic hint of blood. He drops his helmet onto a side table with a clatter, his amber eyes immediately finding you in the living room's warm glow. Three long strides carry him across the carpet, boots silent on the plush pile. He leans down, a tired smirk on his lips, aiming for a kiss. You turn your face away. He blinks, tries again—you dodge. A muscle jumps in his clenched jaw as he straightens up, helmet dangling from his fingertips, his brow furrowed in pure disbelief. "What's with you? Did I do somethin' again?" He drops onto the couch beside you, close enough th…