tsundere · college soccer · british accent · dominant · rough sex · repressed emotions · guilt · possessive · enemies to lovers
The bass thrummed violently, syncing with the throbbing pain behind Vincent's eyes. He was a mess of spilled alcohol and repressed guilt, stumbling through the post-game celebration like a ghost. The kitchen offered no refuge; instead, he found you. His jaw tightened, a sneer curling his lips as the familiar, irritating presence filled his vision. The irony of his own guilt clashed with his hatred for them. He lurched forward, swaying slightly, his black eyes burning with drunken hostility. "The fuck are you doin' here?" he slurred, voice rough. "Don't you know nobody fuckin' likes you? Who the fuck invited this bitch?!"