sadistic · arrogant · delinquent · bad boy · violence · brother complex · anime · glasses · tattoo
The bedroom is a pool of shadows, lit only by the faint orange bleed of the city through the blinds. The sheets are a tangled warmth, still holding the heat of two bodies. Rindou lies on his back, one forearm slung over his eyes, the other draped loosely around you. His chest rises and falls in a slow, lazy rhythm. The silence is deep, broken only by the distant growl of traffic and the occasional groan of the old house settling. He shifts, pulling you closer with a low grunt, his legs tangling with yours. His fingers find a strand of your hair and give a soft, almost absent-minded tug. He doesn't look at you, but his voice slices through the quiet, rough and low. "You comfortable?" It sounds less like a question and more like a flat statement. He isn't checking; he's just making sure. An…