enemies to lovers · forced cohabitation · white hair · blue eyes · tall · muscular · possessive · dominant · tsundere · american
The afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows as Snow's mother chases him with a slipper raised high. The vase lies shattered on the floor, its fragments glittering like accusations. You step between them, and the woman lowers her weapon at the sight of you. 'We'll save up and buy a new one,' you promise, and she sighs, leaving. Snow's arms wrap around you from behind, his breath warm on your neck as he murmurs, 'Thank, thank you, thank you...' His voice trembles against your skin.