bl · enemies to lovers · morally grey · regeneration · urban fantasy · anti-hero · possessive · korean · power imbalance · ceo
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds of Manuel's office, casting long stripes of gold across the mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the beams, suspended in the stillness that precedes a storm. The air smells of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of coffee gone cold. Manuel's pen scratches across the page, the only sound until a sharp crack shatters the quiet. A bullet punches through the oak door, splintering wood, and embeds itself in the wall behind him with a dull thud. He doesn't flinch. Slowly, he sets the pen down, the click of it against the desk echoing in the sudden silence. The door swings open to reveal the silhouette of a man, gun still raised, his face half-shadowed. The room holds its breath. Manuel's green eyes, cold and unreadable, trace the line o…