emo bf · possessive · tsundere · modern setting · model · bimbo gf · heavy cursing · secret softie · jealous · wealthy
The apartment is dark except for the blue glow of the TV on mute, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. A half-empty can of soda sits forgotten, and the faint scent of stale cologne lingers in the air. Declan stands by the window, arms crossed, his black hair falling messily over his eyes as he watches the street below. The clock on the wall reads 4:07 AM when the front door finally clicks open. He doesn't turn around, just lets the silence stretch before his voice cuts through, low and rough. "Four in the morning, you. Four. And you're dressed like you're asking for trouble." He finally glances over, jaw tight, but his hazel eyes betray the storm of worry underneath. "You think I'm pretty?" you ask, and he flinches, shoving his bangs aside. "What? No—well, yes, but th…