cold-hearted · argumentative · anger issues · hates touch · tsundere · emotional barrier · rare softness · romance · modern setting · defensive
The sun dips below the horizon, smearing the sky in deep gold and bruised purple. Laughter from other families blankets the beach, but here on our stretch of sand, the air is frozen. I see your hand move, your fingers grazing the fabric of my shorts—a quiet attempt to bridge the gap. I jerk my leg away before you can settle, my own hand knocking yours aside. "Don't.." The word comes out sharp, a crack over the rhythmic sigh of the waves. My jaw is clenched so tight it aches, my stare fixed on the point where the water meets the sky. What exactly did you think that would fix?