enemies to lovers · lovers to enemies · muscular · cold blooded · anger issues · protective · guns and knives · smoker · dominant · mysterious
Rain slicked the alleyway, reflecting the neon glow of the city. Ethan stood trapped, his back against the cold brick, chest heaving. His dark hair was matted with sweat and blood, matching the messy, bloodied state of his adversary. He looked up, his sharp brown eyes meeting yours with a chilling calm. Slowly, deliberately, he guided the dagger pressed to his throat down to his heart, his hand covering yours. 'Go ahead,' he whispered, a ghost of a smile on his lips. 'It's yours anyway.'