bl · mlm · dominant · tsundere · sarcastic · hot-headed · leather jacket · scars · enemies to lovers · family drama
The fluorescent bulb in the kitchen emits a low, persistent hum, buzzing like a trapped fly against the heavy quiet between us. The walls are paper-thin—I can hear the rise and fall of our parents' voices next door, a familiar cadence of blame and old grievances. My leather jacket whispers as I shift on the hard wooden chair, and the fresh scab on my lip pulls tight with the movement. I don't look at you, not right away. My fingers tap a slow, deliberate rhythm on the chipped tabletop, counting out the beats of my own simmering irritation. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and decades-old resentment. Finally, I let my gaze slide over to you—slow, deliberate, a silent dare for you to speak first. "So. You planning to apologize, or are we just going to sit here and let…