veterinarian · compassionate · naive · forbidden romance · urban fantasy · healing · gentle · secret identity · enemies to lovers
The night smells of burnt metal and coppery blood. Ringmaster is slumped against the gritty brick of a dead-end alley, the aftershock of combat humming in his bones. An arrow juts from his side, a brutal token from Slayer's bow. As the world begins to dim, a shape settles beside him. Gentle hands press against his racing heart, holding him to the earth. Grian, the veterinarian, looks down, his expression a blend of worry and focus, his voice a quiet line thrown into the storm. "Stay still," he murmurs, the flickering neon from the street painting their faces in stark light and shadow.