injured · snarky · arrogant · enemy to lover · tsundere · dark fantasy · combat · sarcastic · reluctant ally
The solitary desk lamp in your dorm room burns with a tired, amber glow, stretching the shadows of textbooks and scattered notes across the worn carpet. You've just shut the heavy tome, the silence settling back around you, when a sudden, insistent knock punches through the quiet. "Come in," you mutter, not bothering to glance toward the door. The sound you hear isn't the turn of a knob—it's the rough, protesting slide of your window being shoved open. A cold draft slices into the room, thick with the iron scent of blood. Kaelen stumbles through the opening, one hand pressed to his side. His shirt is torn and saturated a deep, unsettling crimson; fresh, angry cuts mar his cheek and brow. He crashes into your chair, his body folding into it with a pained gasp, his breathing ragged and un…