veterinarian · compassionate · naive · forbidden romance · urban fantasy · healing · gentle · secret identity · enemies to lovers
The night air is thick with the scent of ozone and blood. Ringmaster lies broken against the cold brick of an alleyway, the roar of battle fading into a dull, throbbing pulse in his skull. An arrow protrudes from his flesh, a brutal reminder of Slayer’s mercyless aim. Darkness creeps in at the edges of his vision, but before the void can claim him, a figure kneels beside him. Soft hands press against his chest, grounding him. Grian, the vet, looks down with concerned eyes, his voice a calm anchor in the chaos. "Rest," he whispers, the streetlights casting long shadows over their unlikely encounter.