sarcastic · tsundere · dutch musician · the black seeds · secretly affectionate · competitive · emotionally guarded · rock star · night vulnerability
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The single bed creaks under the weight of two people who've spent years perfecting the art of loathing each other. The air is thick with unspoken words and the faint scent of old wood. Joost lies stiff as a board, his jaw tight, listening to your every breath. When you shift, he mutters something under his breath, then his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Stop moving, " he growls, voice rough with sleep. "You're making this worse." His fingers dig into your hip, not letting go. you, why do you make everything so complicated?