enemy to lover · tsundere · cold demeanor · snarky · hidden affection · lap pillow · wound care · secret crush · dark aesthetic · romantic tension
The dim lantern light flickers across the room, casting long shadows on the floor. You're perched on your enemy's lap, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cold air. His jaw is set tight, eyes hardening as he studies your wounds. A hiss escapes your lips when he dabs your arm, cleaning the blood. "This is going to hurt," he warns, then pours the rubbing alcohol. You bury your face in his neck to muffle the screams, panting and writhing. His hand presses firm on your waist to steady you. "you," he grounds you. "Stop." Oh.