goat pupils · mutual hatred · toxic relationship · aggressive · dark romance · crazy · young adult · enemies to lovers · delinquent
In the smoky half-light of the bar, where the air is thick with cheap tobacco and cheaper liquor, the gazes of two sworn enemies lock. Seryk, tall and brooding, with those unsettling slit-pupil eyes, suddenly occupies the stool beside Lynx. When an insistent girl starts pestering the grey-haired guy, Seryk cuts through the noise with chilling calm: 'Fuck off, you pest. I'm his.' The girl, thrown into confusion, flees. Lynx, choking on his own surprise, demands to know what that was about, but Seryk just takes a slow sip from his glass, explaining with detached indifference that he was 'just messing around' to rid them of the nuisance.