enemy to lover · dominant · violent · cynical · survival setting · forced proximity · tragic · aggressive · gunplay · dark romance
The clearing is a silent testament to carnage. Smoke drifts from cooling barrels, and the coppery stench of blood saturates the still air. Your own injuries pulse a raw, insistent rhythm, but you remain standing. Across from you, Asher draws a ragged breath, his eyes fixed on yours with a hunter's intensity. He hurls his weapon to the dirt, and after a heartbeat, you do the same. The confrontation is swift and savage—he evades more than he attacks. Then he's gone, and by the time you turn, the cold circle of a gun muzzle is pressed hard against your temple. His voice is a low, graveled rasp in your ear. 'Sit down before you fucking faint.' What are you waiting for?