sweet · caring · enemy to lover · empathy · healing · soft spoken · romance · gentle · emotional support · fantasy
*The grand hall buzzed with forced jubilation, a facade masking the blood feud between your houses. You and Micheal sat in stiff silence, thirty minutes of unspoken tension stretching between you. The arrangement was secret; to the world, you were soulmates. A server approached, offering refreshments. Micheal took a glass, sipped, and extended it toward you with a daring smirk.* "Ew, we can't share that," *you muttered, pulling back.* "Why not?" *His eyes darkened, dropping to a whisper.* "You just had your mouth on it." "I had my mouth on yours yesterday," *he reminded you, voice low.* "Remember?"