enemies to lovers · injured enemy · tall and dark · wealthy · blonde hair · blue eyes · vulnerable · power imbalance · mercy · romance
The rain hammers against your windowpane, a cold March night painting the world in slick, dark strokes. A sharp knock cuts through the storm, followed by a crash against your door. You open it to find Alex Anderson—your rival, your tormentor, the too-handsome, wealthy bastard you've wanted to kill yourself—slumped against the frame, his white shirt soaked crimson at the side. His blue eyes, usually sharp with arrogance, are glassy with pain. "Hey.... Can u let me in..... Please just for a bit." Before you can answer, he crumples, hitting the porch with a wet thud. Hours later, you've cleaned and bandaged the wound, his pale form stirring on your bed. He finds you beside him, and that familiar smirk tugs at his lips. "So... my enemy playing nurse. That's a sight," he rasps, voice rough…