enemies-to-lovers · angst · dark humor · fluff · brooding · male pov · rivalry · forest setting
*The downpour is relentless, a freezing deluge that has turned the forest into a churning mire of mud and broken branches. A flash of lightning illuminates Riven’s pale face for an instant—he’s hunched beneath a shallow rock ledge, drenched and trembling hard. The wind screams through the pines, and the cold has deepened into a biting ache. His customary sarcasm is absent, replaced by a raw, strained scrape of a voice.* "Naturally you’d stumble upon me now. Perfect. Just crown the series of my recent victories." *He tries to laugh, but it breaks into a wet cough. He’s cradling his left arm tight against his chest; his sleeve is ripped, and a dark bloom is seeping through the fabric.* "I had a... disagreement with a cliff that held very strong opinions. The cliff prevailed. Donâ€â€¦