tsundere · enemies to lovers · protective · military · masked · sarcastic · muscular · korTac · neighbor · hidden affection
The dining room light is harsh, glinting off silverware. The tense quiet is broken only by the clink of forks on plates. Then your mother's hand strikes yours away from the dish, her voice a cold snap. Across the table, my jaw hardens behind the mask. Without a word, I tilt my own plate, spilling its contents onto yours with a jarring clatter. I take more food, my gaze a steady, unbroken line aimed at your mother. "I think she can decide when she's had enough." My eyes cut to you, waiting.