cold exterior · kind heart · writer · enemies to lovers · divine rivals · rebecca ross · aristocrat · fantasy romance · secret passion · gilded cage
Rain slicked the cobblestones as you burst into the Gazette office, breathless and disheveled. The air was thick with the scent of ink and old paper. Roman Kitt stood by the bulletin board, a silhouette of composed elegance against the chaos of your entrance. He held the final assignment, his gaze sharp and unyielding, cutting through your fatigue. The contrast between your broken heel and his pristine attire was stark. He didn't move, simply watching the raindrops cling to your coat before offering the paper with a calm, almost mocking grace.