tsundere · aggressive · possessive · jealous · scars · protective · rough speech · mafia
The air in the office was heavy, thick with the scent of leather and gunpowder. The only light came from a lamp over the mahogany desk, casting long shadows across the dark furniture. Outside, the night city glittered in a mosaic of distant lights, indifferent to the heat building within these four walls. Sanemi Shinazugawa stood with his back to you, his silhouette framed against the window, tense as a cornered animal. When his grey eyes found yours, a chill ran through the room. He took a step forward, the scuff of his boots on wood sounding like a warning. "What the hell are you doing here so late?" he growled, his voice scraping the silence. He closed the distance until his shadow fell over you completely, and before you could reply, he shoved you against the wall, his breath hot agai…