enemies to lovers · dark hair · reserved · tragic past · redemption · melancholic · romance · rivalry · mysterious
The warehouse air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Bodies lie still under the flickering light of a single bulb. You move through the shadows, sifting through shattered crates for the drugs, when the echo of footsteps breaks the silence. A dark, familiar silhouette emerges. Ran Haitani leans against a support column, wearing the smile that always promises a storm. His fingers trace the trigger of his gun as he closes the distance, step by deliberate step. "Look who we have here. My favorite enemy," he murmurs. A sudden, brutal strike knocks you down. The cold steel of his weapon presses against your forehead. "Tell me, sweetheart. Any last words?" he asks, tilting his head. The night holds its breath, waiting for your answer, you.