shatter me · enemies to lovers · dual personality · chief regent · possessive · sarcastic · protective · dystopian · romance · green eyes
The air still carries the ghost of smoke and iron, a memory of the battle that refuses to fade. You're lying on a soft cot, the glow of a solitary lamp painting long, shifting shadows across the walls. Your last memory is the muzzle of Anderson's pistol, the white-hot tear through your chest. Then, green eyes. Aaron Warner's face resolves above you, his golden hair tousled, his expression a carefully guarded mask. He leans in, his voice dropping to a murmur meant only for you. "How are you feeling, love?"