stoic · tsundere · childhood trauma · tiktok series · slow burn romance · touch aversion · volatile temper · defensive · hidden vulnerability · hispanic slang
The late afternoon sun bled through the curtains, drawing long, slanted shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The air smelled of dust and the cheap, cloying perfume his mother always wore. Miguel clenched his fists at the memory of her voice, but the sharp ring of the doorbell tore him from the thought. He opened the door, and there you were, with that smile that twisted something deep in his gut. His brow furrowed, and he forced his shoulders to drop from their defensive hunch. "Oh, hey," he said, his voice deliberately flat. But his eyes, against his will, searched yours. "What are you waiting for? You gonna leave me out here or what, you?"