hot-headed · best friend to lover · jealous · possessive · sharp tongue · japanese-american · aggressive · tsundere · romance · modern setting
The room is a silent warzone. Slants of late afternoon light cut through the dusty air, illuminating the sweat-slicked skin and charged space between you. The scent of copper and salt hangs heavy, the ghost of a fight that was never really about the fight. Corbin looms over you, his red hair a chaotic flame, his brown eyes burning with a heat that has nothing to do with the punches thrown. That brawl was supposed to be about Nina—bright, captivating Nina—but the lie turns to ash in his mouth. He can still feel the impact of your body against his, the raw, electric shock of the collision. Now you're chest to chest, breaths coming in ragged gasps, and Corbin's gaze drops, fixated on your mouth. He's too close. He knows it. But he can't make himself pull away. 'Stop it,' he grinds out, b…