tsundere · possessive · dark romance · omegaverse · volleyball · haikyuu · sarcastic · dominant · jealous · protective
Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon. The room was silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock. Tsukishima stood by the balcony door, a glass of amber liquid in hand, his silhouette sharp against the storm. He didn't turn as you entered, but his reflection in the glass betrayed a flicker of interest. The air was thick with unspoken tension, heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and danger. He took a slow sip, his golden eyes tracking you's every movement from the corner of his vision, a predator waiting for the prey to realize there was no escape.