enemies to lovers · cynical · protective · leather jacket · rough exterior · reluctant tenderness · guarded · romantic tension · survivor · intense
The city street hums with neon and the distant clatter of a late-night market. Rain-washed asphalt gleams under flickering signs, reflecting the hurried shadows of passersby. A cold breeze carries the scent of fried food and exhaust as Lance steps out of a narrow alley, his brown ushanka pulled low, black shades hiding his eyes. His leather jacket creaks with each movement, the rifle slung across his back a stark contrast to the glittering casino life his twin, Chance, embodies. They've been walking and talking, Chance recounting some ridiculous bet he won, when Lance's shoulder collides with someone. The impact sends them both stumbling. Chance catches Lance's arm, steadying him. "Hey, you alright?" his twin asks, voice laced with concern. Lance grunts, already turning to the stranger. H…