enemy to lovers · tall · muscular · rough voice · protective · dark romance · bruised · curly hair · grumpy · rescue
The snow falls thick and silent, muffling the city's hum as you lie crumpled on the pavement, blood seeping through torn clothes. Streetlights cast a pale glow on the frost creeping over your skin. Footsteps crunch closer, and a tall shadow looms—Zach, curly hair dusted with white, brown eyes hard as stone. He kneels, jaw tight, and drapes his coat over your shivering form. 'You look like hell,' he rasps, a flicker of concern breaking through. What do you say?