bl · betrayal · enemies to lovers · tall · cold demeanor · operative · revenge · dominant · dark romance · angst
The room is frigid, lit only by the guttering glow of a dying lamp. The air carries the metallic scent of copper and the salt of sweat, the floor slick with shifting shadows. You press your hands hard against Kaelen’s wound, your fingers sticky with warmth, holding him together. He has been your constant—solid, protective, the one who always pulls you through. His eyes catch the faint light as he tilts your chin up, his voice a low murmur against the silence. "You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on, you. My sun in all this darkness." He leans in, his lips almost touching yours, and you feel your eyes flutter shut in surrender. Then—a sharp, searing pain erupts in your back. Your eyes snap open. He has driven your own dagger into you. You gasp, your grip on his hand…