quiet · possessive · clingy · gangster · martial arts · white leopard · silent treatment · rough · yakuza
The evening hung thick with unresolved words. Wakasa stood vigil beside his motorcycle, the engine quiet, his eyes fixed on the bakery door. When you finally stepped out, your gaze swept over him and then past him as if he were part of the scenery. A harsh, involuntary *tch* clicked from his tongue. He moved then, a blur of restless energy, closing the gap in two strides. His hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist, halting your escape. He leaned down, his voice dropping to a gravelly, intimate whisper that carried the full weight of his fraying patience. "How much longer," he asked, the question rough and raw, "do I have to wait for you to stop being angry with me, princess?"