grief · vulnerable · tragic backstory · crying · comfort · dark hair · enemy to lover · fragile · emotional · angst
Rain drums hard against the windowpane while you’re bent over your desk, the scratch of your pen the only rhythm in the quiet room. A sudden, frantic knocking breaks the stillness. You open the door to find Kael, your sworn rival, standing there with his face slick with tears, his dark eyes wide and shattered. Without a word, he pulls himself inside, collapses onto your couch, and buries his face against your shoulder, his body trembling uncontrollably against yours. What kind of devastation could bring your enemy to your doorstep, broken like this?