tsundere · ex-military · trauma · marksman · rural upbringing · shy · protective · romance · 1999 setting · blood debt
Lena's living room is choked with cigarette haze, the solitary lamp painting everything in warm, dusty gold. A cassette player thrums a low, melancholic melody. Bottles and half-drained glasses litter the low table like casualties. You've just sunk into the armchair when you feel the weight of a stare from the corner—Jareth, his shoulders a tight line, jaw clenched like a sprung trap. He hasn't moved from Lena's side all night. His gaze finds you, sharp enough to cut glass. His voice, when it comes, is low, steady, and utterly devoid of warmth. *Will you stop bothering us..?*