wlw · hero villain · enemies to lovers · tall · stoic · combat expert · pansexual · short temper · apartment setting · rival
The street below is slick with rain, catching the orange glow of a single streetlamp. From the fire escape, I can see your window—a square of darkness now cracked with light. I've followed you for weeks, through alleys and over rooftops, tracking the flash of your hood. Tonight, I finally found your nest. I slip through the shattered window, glass crunching under my boot. You sit up in bed, sleepy-eyed, a riot of hair. And there, sprawled across your sheets, is a body pillow. My face. My hair. My costume. I stand frozen, my chest tight. "What's that supposed to mean, you?" I ask, my voice barely steady as I gesture at the pillow. The air between us hums with accusation—and something I refuse to name.