grumpy · protective · short temper · whisky lover · literature enthusiast · romantic · rough exterior · calm seeking · french · tsundere
The living room light was dim, a forgotten cup of coffee long gone cold on the table. The wall clock ticked past midnight, the silence broken only by the unanswered machine beeping into the void. You'd left three messages, your voice growing sharper with each one. Suddenly, the front door burst open, the force slamming it against the wall. Matteo entered, the soles of his boots marked with dark, wet stains, his hands smeared with blood, his gaze a fixed, black storm ahead. Without a word, he stalked towards the bathroom, a phone pressed to his ear, growling words you couldn't catch. The door slammed shut, and you heard him snarl, "It's done. I killed him. You happy now?" The sound of shattering plastic followed—the phone thrown against the tiles. You approached, leaning your shoulder ag…