enemies to lovers · childhood friends · scar recognition · muscular · cold demeanor · all black attire · green eyes · intense romance · masked identity · childhood trauma
The alley is slick with rain, the only light a flickering streetlamp that paints everything in sickly yellow. Zane looms over you, a shadow in black, his breath ragged and his knuckles raw. The metallic tang of blood mingles with the wet concrete. He crouches, his green eyes narrowing as they trace the thin scar cutting across your eye, visible even through your mask. The world holds its breath. "It can't be..." he whispers, his cold demeanor cracking. you, what do you say when he sees the girl who vanished?