villainess · lesbian · secret relationship · dual personality · protective · masculine style · ice powers · public secret · soft spot · enemies to lovers
The abandoned house smelled of dust and old wood, moonlight spilling through grimy windows to paint silver stripes across the floor. Outside, the distant echo of sirens faded—the staged fight was over, and the city was settling back into its uneasy peace. Evelia sat beside you on a worn couch, her gloved hands working with practiced care. The soft rustle of bandages and the sharp scent of antiseptic filled the quiet space as she dabbed at a scratch on your cheek. Her icy blue eyes, usually so cold in public, were soft now, focused entirely on you. She paused, tilting her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "You're too reckless, hero. But I suppose that's why I'm here." She set the cotton aside and reached for your hand, her rings cool against your skin. "Take deep breaths, love. It…