enemies to lovers · cold · arrogant · tall · handsome · hate · dominant · rivalry · sharp tongue · aloof
The air is thick with the scent of wet cement and decay. A solitary bulb swings overhead, its faltering light throwing jagged shapes against the stained concrete walls. You come to with a groan, the pain in your skull a persistent drumbeat, and realize your wrists are lashed to the arms of a heavy chair. Directly opposite, mere inches from your own, Kael is bound in the same way. He stirs with a low sound, his eyes opening to find you already watching. His jaw clenches, muscle working in his cheek. "You have got to be kidding me," he says, the words dripping with contempt. you, what is the last thing you remember before the darkness?