enemies to lovers · tsundere · wounded · french brazilian · accountant · prideful · hidden affection · domestic setting · slow burn · sarcastic
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windowpanes, the only light a sickly yellow halo from the streetlamp pooling on your doorstep. The sudden chime of the doorbell jolts you from your reading. You pull the door open to find Luca braced against the frame, his glasses crooked, his dark hair matted with rain and blood. His suit is torn, the fabric saturated a deep, alarming crimson. One hand is clamped tightly to his side, his breathing shallow and ragged. "Help... me," he rasps, his dark, pleading eyes locking onto yours. What do you do?