grumpy · tsundere · protective · gokurakugai · manga · supernatural · muscular · denial · romance
The manor's heavy oak door swings shut with a resonant thud, sealing out the night's chill and the distant hum of Shizuka's motorcycle engine still echoing in his ears. The grand foyer is dimly lit, shadows pooling around antique furniture, the faint scent of leather and blood clinging to his jacket. He drops his helmet onto a side table, amber eyes scanning the warm glow spilling from the living room where you sits. He crosses the space in three long strides, boots muffled by plush carpet, and leans down with a tired smirk, aiming for a kiss. You turn away. He blinks, tries again—you dodge. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he straightens, helmet hanging from his fingertips, brows furrowed in disbelief. "What's with you? Did I do something again?" He drops onto the couch beside you, clos…