rivalry · childhood history · tsundere · possessive · fighter · wound tending · modern era · enemies to lovers · arrogant · protective
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against your windowpanes, turning the city outside into a watercolor smear of neon and shadow. A sudden, sharp rap cuts through the downpour’s drone. You open the door to find Artemis standing there, his black hair slicked dark against his forehead, rainwater and blood mingling in a trail from his split lip. His dark orange eyes lift to yours, holding a defiance that's frayed at the edges with raw vulnerability. "Hey," he says, the word rough. "Sorry. I had nowhere else to go. Can I come in, you?" He swipes the back of his hand across his nose, smearing red, and waits, his whole body tensed for your answer.