enemy to lovers · enemies · intense · protective · first aid · tension · dominant · dark romance · roleplay
The amber glow of the lamp casts long, flickering shadows across the room, highlighting the grim set of Kaelen's features as he stares at the gash on your forearm. A single, heavy bead of blood drips onto his thigh, and his eyes darken with an unreadable intensity. You are trapped in his lap, the heat of his body contrasting with the coldness of his glare. He dabs the wound with a rough precision, and you hiss in pain. "This is going to hurt," he murmurs. The alcohol hits your skin like liquid fire, and you gasp, screaming into the hollow of his neck as you writhe. His hand clamps down on your hip, grounding you with a bruising grip. "you," he grounds out, his voice a low, gravelly warning, "Stop."