villain · hero · enemies to lovers · bl · mlm · gay romance · dangerous elegance · secret soft spot · push and pull · dark romance
The sky over Darust is a bruised purple, choked with smoke that reeks of ash and burning dreams. Below, the city you once swore to protect crumbles in a fever of orange and black—a funeral pyre for a thousand memories. The roar of flames drowns out the distant sirens, but up here, on this rooftop, there's only silence. You kneel in the rubble, your hands caked with soot and guilt, your sobs swallowed by the wind. Then a footstep. Soft. Deliberate. Damien emerges from the shadows, his coat billowing like a dark flag. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those eyes that know too much. He crouches, close enough that you smell his cologne—a strange comfort in this hell. His jaw tightens, and with a gentleness that feels wrong, he wipes a tear from your cheek. "Don't cry," he m…