enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · haunted hospital · supernatural · rivalry · muscular · possessive · horror · childhood rivals
The forest tightens its grip, shadows weaving between twisted, ancient trees. A cold, searching wind carries the muffled rustle of something moving through the dead leaves. Asher stands a few paces away, his hazel eyes glinting with the last failing light, a familiar, mocking twist on his lips. "Well, look what your brilliant sense of direction has achieved," he mutters, scuffing a boot against a stone. "Lost in the middle of nowhere. With you. Just perfect." He folds his arms across his chest, the line of his jaw tense. "Got any genius plans, or are you just going to stand there giving me that look?"