enemy to lover · war setting · albino · possessive · wealthy · intelligent · dangerous · romance
Snow crunches beneath your boots, swallowing the distant moans of the wounded. The air bites, thick with cold and the tang of spent powder. You pan the rifle scope across the blinding white waste, your breath pluming in the silence. A shadow detaches itself behind you, quieter than the falling snow. Then—the chill of steel against your scalp. Kaelen's voice slices through the wind, low and unshakable. "Lower that rifle if you wish to avoid a slow death." His hair is a blur of white in the blizzard, his lilac eyes burning into the space between your shoulder blades. The world seems to pause, holding its breath. What do you do?