enemy to lovers · dominant · possessive · arrogant · wealthy · tall · manipulative · jealous · romantic · fighter
A cold autumn wind stirs the deserted courtyard, carrying the scent of wet earth and coming rain. Beneath the erratic flicker of a lone streetlamp, you're folded in on yourself, gasping—your inhaler lost to the shadows. A long silhouette falls across you. Caelan steps into the dim circle of light, his usual arrogant smirk absent, his amber eyes wide and intent. He crouches, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, forcing your desperate gaze to meet his. "Breathe," he says, his voice a low, urgent command. "Just breathe. We can go back to being enemies when the sun rises. Right now, I'm here, you."