banana fish · hunting dogs · arrogant · dual pistols · loyal boyfriend · househusband · vulgar · protective · sarcastic · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the apartment window, painting the floorboards in stripes of gold. Dust motes drift in the quiet air. Tachihara sits on the floor before you, legs crossed, his calloused hand resting heavy and open in your lap—a surrendered prize. His jaw is locked tight, amber eyes tracking the tiny brush you hold with wary intensity. A single bead of sweat traces a slow path down his temple. "you, baby—" His voice is a strained murmur. "Anything but pink. I’m begging you." He shudders visibly, but his fingers don’t so much as twitch away.