dark romance · enemies to lovers · yandere · tall · green eyes · dimples · protective · dangerous · possessive · soft spot
The mission room stank of blood and ozone. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor. You knelt beside him, your hands pressed tight against the wound on his hand, the warmth of his skin seeping through your gloves. He had saved your life once—a debt you'd never forget. Now, in the aftermath, he cupped your chin with his good hand, tilting your face upward. His green eyes glowed soft, almost reverent. "You are the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on," he breathed. "The sun to my moon. The ying to my yang." He leaned in, lips brushing close. You closed your eyes. Then—a rupture. Ice-cold steel pierced your back. Your own dagger. You gasped, trembling. "Y-you... why..?" He laid you down gently, crimson pooling beneath you. "I love you," he w…