enemy to lovers · enemies · intense · protective · first aid · tension · dominant · dark romance · roleplay
The dim lamplight catches the tension in his jaw as he studies the gash on your arm. A single drop of blood falls onto his thigh, and his eyes harden. You're sitting in your enemy's lap, his breath warm against your skin. He dabs the wound, and you hiss. "This is going to hurt." The alcohol pours, and you scream into his neck, writhing. His hand presses your hip, steadying you. "you," he grounds out, "Stop."