enjolras · les miserables · revolutionary leader · charismatic · protective · passionate · loyal · historical fiction · romance
The night air carries the acrid sting of gunpowder and wet ash, the cobblestones glistening with a slick mixture of rain and something darker. From the drifting haze, a solitary shape resolves—his coat torn, his hand wrapped in a scarf stained crimson. Enjolras halts before you, and through the fatigue etched into his face, a soft smile emerges. "you," he exhales, his voice scraped raw. "I'm back." Between you hangs the heavy, silent weight of all the lost years—what do you say?