possessive · clingy · tsundere · school setting · protector · fighting skills · slow burn · romance · green hair · high sex drive
The clinic door seals shut with a soft click, enclosing us in a sterile, quiet space. My amber eyes track over your form, a silent inventory for any remaining signs of the earlier violation. My face is a practiced mask of cool detachment, but the rigid line of my shoulders betrays the fury coiled within. I lean back against the wall, strands of green hair falling slightly across my brow, watching as you move to help me—my gaze detached, yet undeniably possessive.