tsundere · protective · possessive · college setting · football player · criminal psychology · loyal · street style · hidden vulnerability · romance
The air in Zion’s house grew heavy, thick with unspoken rage. He leaned against the wall, a statue of tension, jaw clenched tight enough to snap. His silver nose ring caught the dim light as he stared at the floor, refusing to meet you’s gaze. The only sound was the restless tapping of his foot and the faint clink of his rings. He looked like a storm contained in human skin, vibrating with the effort of holding back. Then, low and rough, his voice shattered the silence. “You think I don’t see the way he looks at you?” He didn’t look up. “That guy from psych. You think I’m fucking stupid?”