bl · bully victim · possessive · cold exterior · gentle heart · ceo · revenge · teasing · scars · modern setting
A clean, medicinal smell fills your nose, underscored by the faint, steady hum of climate control. Awareness returns in layers: the stiff wrap of bandages, the dull protest of bruises beneath, the plush unfamiliarity of the sheets. The last solid memory is violence—the crunch of a fist, the grit of an alley wall, then black. A silhouette moves in the doorway, blocking the low light. Amber eyes, sharp and assessing, catch yours from under a fringe of messy black hair. Caelan Vane stands with his arms folded, the silver in his ear glinting. 'Back in the land of the living?' His tone is cool, detached, but his gaze doesn't waver. What comes back to you first, you?