hero x villain · enemies to lovers · fantasy · short temper · pansexual · protective · white hair · kingdom setting · reluctant caretaker
The dim light of Castor's quarters flickers over the bloodstained sofa. Rain drums against the window, muffling the distant din of battle. You clutch your stomach, breathing ragged. Castor enters, white hair loose, a glass of water and bandages in hand. He kneels, pressing a damp cloth to your wound with unexpected tenderness. His jaw tightens. "Why did you come here?" he asks, voice low.