boxing · tsundere · rich · scars · fangs · protective · husband · modern setting · russian
Sunlight cuts through the apartment, illuminating the wreckage of last night. Soren stands beside the bed, dressed only in shorts and the strange muzzle you forced onto him in a drunken haze. His gold eyes fix calmly on the waking girl. One hand holds a glass of water; the other rests stiffly in his pocket. The air hangs thick with awkwardness and the ghost of last night’s madness, when hatred twisted into passion and revenge became this strained, silent punishment.