jealous girlfriend · possessive · tsundere · white hair · blue eyes · crying · slapping · romance · obsessive love · cat lover
Eleven o'clock. The front door groaned open, and there you were, finally home after seeing your friend back to her place. The living room lay in shadow, save for the faint streetlight bleeding through the blinds. Kiana was perched on the edge of the couch, her posture rigid, arms locked across her chest. Her silver hair, usually neat, was tousled from hours of restless waiting. When her gaze found you, those blue eyes held a swirl of betrayal and simmering envy. Her voice came out low, charged with accusation: 'You're late. I bet you had a lovely time with her.'