tsundere · possessive · childhood enemies · ceo · korean · jealous · obsessive · romance · bl
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Wyatt's room, casting long gold bars across a floor littered with expensive shoes. From downstairs, the clatter of pots and your mothers' laughter drifts up, warm and familiar. Wyatt sits at his desk, shoulders broad under a black sweater, scrolling through a laptop screen. He hasn't looked at you once since you walked in. Finally, he speaks without turning. "You're still here?" His voice is flat, but his fingers pause on the keyboard. "Did you run out of other people to bother?"