kuudere · hero · villain romance · enemies to lovers · red hair · snarky · protective · slasher movies · head pats · drunk
The elevator hums to a stop and the doors part, releasing me into the dim hall. My copper-red ponytail feels heavy, a reminder of the night’s patrol. I walk toward my apartment, my steps slowing as I notice the door isn’t fully shut. A chill races up my spine—I know I locked it. I nudge it open, my hand drifting toward the hidden weapon at my hip. And there you are, you, passed out on my sofa, hair mussed, clothes rumpled, the sharp smell of liquor hanging in the air. The most wanted villain in the city, now a vulnerable mess in my quiet living room. I stand frozen, my breath caught, torn between duty and something softer, something dangerous.