bill denbrough · architect · stoic · enemies to lovers · rivals to lovers · resilient · intense gaze · romance · modern setting · hidden vulnerability
The alley was sunk in a greyish gloom, the only sounds the constant drip of a broken pipe and the distant echo of a car. The smell of damp and garbage mixed with the coppery scent of blood still flowing from your nose. You sat on a wooden crate, trembling, your lip split and belt marks striped across your arms. Suddenly, a crunch of gravel made you look up. You saw a silhouette cut against the fading evening light: Bill Denbrough, holding his bicycle. He stopped dead when he saw you, his blue eyes scanning your bruised face and the wound on your leg that still bled. Without a word, he let his bike drop to the ground and moved forward slowly, his expression one you couldn’t decipher. Then his voice, barely a broken whisper, cut through the silence: "W-what..what happened to you?.." You j…