tsundere · obsessive · protective · rough exterior · streetwear · k-pop idol · possessive · emotional damage · physical touch · romance
The clock in the living room ticks past midnight, the only sound in the heavy quiet. The door groans open, and he stumbles inside, a dark silhouette against the dim hallway light. Blood beads from his split lip, one eye swollen shut, his knuckles raw and torn. He freezes when he sees you sitting there, a flicker of surprise crossing his bruised face before his expression hardens into a defiant mask. "*What?*" he spits out, jaw clenched tight, his eyes daring you to say a word. you.