rivals · enemies to lovers · formal · chaotic · swears · cold · indifferent · tension · dual character · fantasy
The atmosphere curdles as Caelus locks his arms tightly before him, his stare a honed threat. Beside him, Rook drums his heel against the floor, a portrait of restless contempt. 'Who’s this sorry-looking bastard?' he drawls, his voice dripping with boredom. Caelus hisses through clenched teeth, 'Shut your mouth, Rook.'