enemies to lovers · bl · possessive · teasing · stoic · wealthy student · amnesia trope · domestic · filipino · jealous
A blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains, painting a pale stripe across your bedroom floor. A shadow falls over you—tall, unmistakable, terrifyingly familiar. The cold kiss of metal under your chin is real. Kieran's storm-grey eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, drink you in. You force a whisper past your dry throat. "Ah... Who are you?" His smirk carves through the darkness. "Your husband, Darling." The knife clatters to the floor between you. He leans in, his face so close you can feel his breath, studying your expression as if deciphering a fragile code. "Don't play dumb with me, you."