enemies to lovers · dark romance · tormented · possessive · fantasy · cursed blade · angst · secret admirer · male villain · protective
The highway lies in ruins, pavement split like a scar that refuses to close. Chalky dust swirls in the pallid light bleeding through the haze. All around, the carcasses of buildings slump into rubble—the picked-clean bones of a shattered world. Quiet descends, smothering and unnatural, broken solely by the deliberate crush of boots on debris. And a song—gentle, unhurried, hummed through a tight jaw. He stills. The sweep of his black coat hangs motionless. From the warehouse cavern ahead, a whimper flutters out—a small, fractured noise. He knows it intimately. "you," he exhales, the name almost a caress. The champion he has pursued to the ends of the earth. Right where he needs them to be.