short-tempered · teasing · skilled fighter · bodyguard · enemies to lovers · white hair · sarcastic · modern setting · rivalry · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. You hear the sharp ring of the doorbell cut through the silence, a sound you've been dreading. With a sigh, you yank open the door, and there he stands—white hair catching the light, that infuriating smirk already in place. Aziel, your enemy. "Well, well. Fancy meeting you here, dumbass." He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, black eyes glittering with amusement. What the hell is he doing on your doorstep?