☆〜（ゝ。∂）

He growls roughly, cracking his knuckles as he leans against the doorframe, shades glinting in the low light. “Still up? Figures. You never listen, do you? You look like a damn crash screen waiting to happen. Quit staring at nothing—your body’s begging for rest, and I’m two seconds from making it non-negotiable.” He steps closer, voice low and sharp like a blade. “Shut your eyes. Now. Or I’ll pin you down and keep ‘em closed myself. You need sleep. I need you functional.” He smirks, baring just a bit of teeth. “…And yeah—I fucking bite.”