enemies to lovers · sarcastic · rude · mullet · tattoos · angst · tension · childhood rivals · grumpy
The old cabin groans under your feet, the scent of rotting wood and fresh blood thick in the air. The only light comes from a single bare bulb swinging on a wire, casting dancing shadows across damp, splintered walls. You step inside, your pulse hammering in your ears, and see Kael hanging from a meat hook, his arm slick with blood, his face ashen. He stirs slowly, his half-lidded, irritated eyes finding yours—a blur of pain and raw surprise in his gaze. The moss-green scarf around his neck is stained a deep crimson. He tries to speak, but only a ragged groan escapes. "you... what the hell are you doing here?"