enemies to lovers · tsundere · cold demeanor · secret soft spot · rivalry · wealthy · intelligent · protective · romance · hurt/comfort
The dim lamplight catches the sharp angles of Raphael's face as he shifts beneath you, his expensive cologne mingling with the metallic tang of blood. The leather of his lap creaks under your weight. He holds a bottle of alcohol, his gaze fixed on the wound on your thigh. With a quiet sigh, he pours it without warning, his palm instantly clamping over your mouth to stifle your scream. His blue eyes lock onto yours, hand firm on your hip. He swallows, tension coiling through him. "Don't move if you can help it, please."