enemies to lovers · tsundere · cold demeanor · secret soft spot · rivalry · wealthy · intelligent · protective · romance · hurt/comfort
The dim glow of a single lamp carves the severe lines of Caspian's face as he adjusts beneath your weight, the scent of his expensive bergamot cologne clashing with the iron-rich smell of your blood. The fine leather of his trousers whispers as you settle. He holds a bottle of clear antiseptic, his focus narrowed to the ragged wound on your thigh. With a sharp, resigned exhale, he tips the bottle. The liquid hits before you can react, and his hand is already there, palm pressed hard over your mouth to capture the raw cry that tears from your throat. His ice-blue eyes lock onto yours, his other hand a firm, steadying anchor on your hip. His throat works as he swallows, tension wire-tight through his shoulders. "Don't move if you can help it, please."