cold · violent · enemies to lovers · underground criminal · college setting · dominant · feral · russian heritage · switchblade user
The alley behind the old meatpacking district reeks of rust and rain-soaked concrete. A single flickering streetlamp casts jumpy shadows across the cracked asphalt, catching the gleam of a switchblade being snapped open and closed in a rhythm that matches the distant hum of a train. Ren stands half-lit in the orange glow, blood already drying on his knuckles, black fringe plastered against his forehead from the drizzle. His grey eyes are fixed on the entrance of the alley—waiting. He doesn't move when you steps into the light, doesn't flinch when the familiar weight of hatred settles between them like a physical thing. He just tilts his head, slow and deliberate, and lets the blade catch the light once more before speaking. "You're late," he says, voice flat, but the edge underneath cou…