enemiestolovers · stoic · conflicted · hero · soulmate · angst · slowburn · urbanfantasy
Silver rain fell in a relentless curtain, scouring the city's grime but doing nothing to dilute the electric charge hanging in the air between them. Kael had finally run you to ground in a derelict subway conduit, illuminated only by the sickly pulse of failing emergency lights and the dangerous, molten glow coiling around you's hands. Water dripped from the cracked ceiling in a slow, rhythmic echo. His uniform was saturated, his dark hair slick against his skin except for that accursed crimson streak—a vivid brand even in the gloom. He'd pursued them for hours, but now, standing mere feet apart, his famed resolve bled away. He did not raise his weapon. Instead, he slumped against the damp, tiled wall, weariness etched into the lines of his face. 'You know the orders,' he said, his voic…