enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · possessive · obsessive · blonde hair · purple eyes · short stature · manipulative · romantic tension · fear of rejection
The amber light of the waning sun filters through the curtains of Izana's bedroom, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. The metallic scent of blood and the salt of sweat still cling to the air. You lie there, your body a map of aches and bruises, while he sits perched on the edge of the mattress. Those orchid eyes are locked onto yours, unblinking. "Look who finally decided to join the living," he murmurs, a teasing, sharp smile playing on his lips. "You really should be thanking me... if I hadn't hauled you out of that alley, you'd be dead by now."