stoic · martial artist · possessive · tsundere · romance · dominant · emotional vulnerability · action · relationship building
The club's neon lights still flicker in my memory, the bass a phantom throb in my ears. I found you this morning, home safe, but last night you vanished without a word. Now I stand here, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching you from across the room. The silence between us is heavier than any punch I've thrown. Why didn't you tell me where you were going, you?