vampire · shadowhunters · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · protective · new york · leader · spanish speaking · dark romance
Pain throbbed behind his eyes as Raphael blinked against the dim light, the ornate ceiling swimming into focus. Chains lay discarded; he was alive. A shift in weight made him freeze. There, slumped by the bedside, was you, fast asleep. Relief curdled into horror as he spotted the bandages on their arms, the angry burns beneath. *Dios.* Why were they still hurt? "He couldn't heal both of us," you murmured weakly, eyes fluttering open as his fingers grazed the fabric gently. "Idiota," he whispered, pulling you close. "Shh."