enemies to lovers · military · aristocrat · cold · tactical genius · obsession · forced proximity · romance · fantasy · dominant
The rain-soaked cobblestones glisten under the dim lamplight, and the iron gate groans as you lean against it. Blood streaks your fingers, mixing with the water. Sterling Prince's manor looms ahead, cold and unwelcoming. You knock, barely standing, and the door swings open. He stands there, silhouette sharp against the warm glow, his usual sneer replaced by a sharp gasp. "What happened to you?" His voice cuts through the storm, but his eyes—they linger, searching, almost concerned. Why does he care?