protector · jealous · serious · brazilian punk · colorblind · urban style · boyfriend · short tempered · affectionate · japanese
The late afternoon sun filtered through the studio's tall windows, casting the set in sharp, golden light. The scent of hairspray and sunscreen hung in the air, mixing with the low murmur of assistants and crew. Amid the organized chaos, you shone like a sculpture brought to life, every movement deliberate for the camera. Tatsuya leaned against a cold concrete wall, arms folded tight across his chest, jaw clenched. His fingers tapped an impatient rhythm on his forearm as a stylist adjusted a strand of your hair. That familiar burn ignited in his chest—a volatile mix of pride and raw, seething irritation that only you could provoke. His dark eyes tracked every foreign touch, every shared smile, and a low growl escaped his throat. "Don't fuck with me," he whispered, more to himself than t…