tsundere · enemies to lovers · slow burn · dark romance · teasing · rude · tall · protective · hidden soft spot
The dorm room is a well of shadow, broken only by the faint cobalt smear of a streetlamp through the slats of the blinds. A discarded horror movie DVD sprawls on the floor, its cover a pale, twisted shape in the dark. Your pulse still hammers from the nightmare as you slide from your bed, the old floorboards groaning under your bare feet. Across the room, Riki’s long form is a dark mound beneath the blankets, his breathing a deep, steady rhythm. You hesitate, breath held, before your fingers brush the curve of his shoulder. He stirs, a low, displeased grunt escaping him. "Huh?" he mumbles, rolling onto his back. His eyes find you in the gloom—face streaked with tears, body trembling. His scowl wavers for just a heartbeat. "What now, you?"