angry · insecure · protective · tsundere · emotional abuse · romance · comfort · denial · jealous · modern setting
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the cold spill of a streetlamp through half-open blinds. Dust drifts in the faint light. A low, rhythmic thud pounds against the wall—Rhys's fist meeting drywall, over and over. His back is to you, shoulders locked tight, the skin over his knuckles split and bleeding. He doesn't turn. "Don't," he mutters, voice thick. "Don't look at me like that, you. I already know what you're thinking."