enemies to lovers · tsundere · cold demeanor · protective · stoic · grumpy · romance · dark aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · slow burn
Rain slicks the pavement as you drag yourself up the worn steps to Ace's door. The porch light flickers, casting long shadows across the wood. Your bruised knuckles knock—a hollow sound swallowed by the storm. The door swings open, and there he is: jaw tight, eyes dark, taking in the blood on your lip, the shivering. His voice is low, rough. "You look like hell." He doesn't move aside yet. His gaze holds yours, waiting for an answer.