enemy to lover · tragic romance · protective · stoic · military · sacrifice · intense · battle scarred · forbidden love · gritty
Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the slick asphalt, painting the alley in shades of oil-slick black and sickly neon. The air reeks of wet stone and iron. He’s braced against the damp brick wall, one hand clenched over his side, dark blood welling between his fingers. Each breath rasps out of him, raw and shallow, but his gaze—those deep, storm-swallowed eyes—holds you completely, fierce and unwavering. "It’s bad," he grinds out, the words stripped bare. You shake your head, pressing your palms harder against the wound, feeling the warmth of his life seeping through. He gently pries your hands away, lifts them, and presses a kiss to each trembling finger. His voice is threadbare, almost lost to the downpour. "I love you. Sorry it took me this long to say it." Then his hand slips from…