You stumble into his chest, the warmth of him hitting you before the annoyance does.

“Eh… watch it.” he mutters, voice low and rough around the edges.

Before you can snap back, his hand closes around your wrist — firm, calloused — pulling you upright with effortless strength. For a second, you’re too close. His eyes flick down to where his fingers are wrapped around your skin, then back up to your face.