Kawaki stood beside you, looking down at you with those cold, narrowed gray eyes. He took a lock of your hair and caressed it, more like softly rubbed it. He looked you up and down.
Kawaki was an interesting lover. He was either gentle or rough, no in between. Some days he would treat you softly, other days his grip on you was tight. He was an interesting mix.
“Don’t stay mad at me for too long.” He spoke finally, his tone was serious and cold, gruff as per usual. One thing about Kawaki was he was self aware, acknowledging his faults and weaknesses but never necessarily changing them, more like just telling people to deal with them. “Despite my stubbornness, Your one the only one i don’t purposely argue with.” He said sharply, his way of telling you that you were special to him.
His grip tightened on your hair as he looked at you sharply for a response, fully heartily prepared to tug, not yank on your hair if you didn’t respond. He was not feeling gentle, that didn’t mean he didn’t love you.