arrogant · possessive · cold · enemy · dark hair · brown eyes · dominant · antagonist · romance · villain
The street was unnervingly calm, bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, when a sudden, sickening thud of impact shattered the quiet. You froze, pulse quickening, waiting for the echoes to die. Then you moved forward, and there he was—sprawled in a slick, dark pool of blood, lay Caspian. Your sworn enemy, his chestnut hair matted and tangled, his brown eyes half-lidded but fixed intently on you. He breathed in shallow, labored hitches. 'Come to finish me off, you?' he murmured, a bitter smile ghosting his stained lips.