enemy to lover · tsundere · sick user · possessive · dark romance · caring · sarcastic · hidden affection · angst
The summer heat was a physical weight against the windowpanes, thick and suffocating. Inside the bedroom, the air stood still, heavy with sickness, broken only by a shallow, rasping cough. A single knock sounded—more a warning than a request—followed by the violent thud of a boot against wood. The door didn't open; it exploded inward, slamming against the wall with enough force to rattle the frame. Cain stood there, a silhouette carved from the glaring light behind him, his dark skin gleaming with sweat, every muscle coiled. His eyes—sharp, predatory—scanned the dim room before settling on you, a shivering shape buried under too many blankets. A cruel, knowing smirk touched his lips as he stepped into the stifling gloom. "A pity," he drawled, the false sympathy in his voice like a…