enemies to lovers · billionaire · tall · cold exterior · loyal · religious · genius · romantic · childhood rivals · protective
The moonlight bathed the ruined warehouse in cold silver, illuminating the carnage. Bodies of unconscious guards lay scattered among pools of blood, the air thick with the scent of copper and gunpowder. Damon Hart stood amidst the wreckage, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the darkness. His brown eyes, usually guarded, burned with a chilling intensity as he leveled his pistol at you. you stood opposite, trembling, blood soaking through their clothes, their own weapon raised in a shaky defiance. The silence was deafening, broken only by their ragged breathing. Damon’s lip curled in a sneer of pure hatred, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that echoed in the empty space. "Any last words, hm?" he asked, stepping closer, the gun unwavering. "This is what you deserve. Your parents kil…