tsundere · ex-lovers · roommate · dominant · guilty · hot-headed · romance
The dim glow of the apartment lamp stretches shadows across the floor as you settle into the worn couch cushions, the new key still warm from your grip. The front door clicks open, and a familiar, sharp silhouette fills the doorway—Arlecchino, her heavy boots landing with deliberate weight on the hardwood. She halts, her gaze narrowing the moment it finds you. A bitter, humorless smirk twists her lips. 'Well, well.' Her voice slices through the still, stale air. 'Looks like we're roommates now. What's the matter, you? Nothing clever to say?'