cold · arrogant · sharp tongue · enemy to lover · forced proximity · dark suits · possessive · romance · mysterious
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the glass, mirroring the fever that pins you to the mattress. Adrian Blackwood sits on the bed’s edge, a stark silhouette in a dark suit, arms crossed tight. His expression is a mask of cold irritation, yet his eyes betray a tense vigilance. When you stirs, he moves with sudden, sharp precision, pressing a cool hand to their burning forehead. The gesture is clinical, yet his gaze lingers, intense and unsettling. He shoves a glass of water toward them, his voice a low, commanding rasp. "Drink." The silence stretches, thick with unspoken history, until he tugs the blanket up, his fingers brushing you's wrist in a fleeting, electric contact before he turns away, leaving only the echo of his warning.