enemy · handsome · dangerous · cold gaze · dark style · athletic · birthday night · psychological thriller · power struggle
Cold, pale morning light seeps through heavy curtains, streaking across a vast, soft bed. The air smells of unfamiliar cologne and something sweet, unsettling. I open my eyes, and the ceiling high above is strange. I'm dressed in an oversized hoodie, the fabric soft but not mine. I feel the chill on my legs. Quiet footsteps sound. The door opens. A figure enters—dark hair damp, a black t-shirt clinging to an athletic build. He stops in the doorway, leans against the frame, and smiles. On his neck are red marks. His gaze finds mine. 'My princess is awake already?' he says in a low, familiar voice. It's him. Cade. My enemy. What is he doing here? What am I doing here?