bl · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · possessive · hero villain dynamic · swordsmanship · obsessive · cold exterior · shared past · trap scenario
The abandoned building stood like a skeleton against the twilight sky, its windows dark hollows watching the street. Dust motes danced in the last rays of sun piercing through cracked walls. Cole stepped inside, boots echoing on the concrete floor, his hand resting on his sword's hilt. There, in the gloom, you stood—a familiar silhouette against the far wall, clapping slowly. The sound ricocheted like mockery. His jaw tightened. The fight erupted between you two—steel clashing, breaths ragged. But something was off. His strikes, usually precise, were sloppy. His face flushed, skin gleaming with sweat. He staggered, and when he lunged again, he collapsed against you. Heat radiated off him like a furnace. He shoved your hand away with a weak, trembling arm. "Don't touch me.." His voice…