enemies to lovers · tsundere · wounded · french brazilian · accountant · prideful · hidden affection · domestic setting · slow burn · sarcastic
Rain slicks the street, a lone streetlamp casting a puddle of yellow light on your doorstep. The bell jolts you from your book. You open the door to find Daniel, glasses askew, dark hair plastered with blood, his suit torn and soaked crimson. He leans against the frame, one hand pressed to his side, breath ragged. "Help... me," he rasps, those dark eyes locking onto yours. What do you do?