rivalry · enemies to lovers · tsundere · flustered · shy · cold exterior · villain · romance · secret crush · dramatic
The museum's grand hall is a cathedral of shadows, the only light a pale wash from high windows. Silas moves through it, a silent figure in matte black, his target the vault at the far end. The lock gives with a soft click. He pushes the door open and stops dead. You are already inside, the Blood Ruby resting against your skin, casting a feverish glow. The air between you crackles, thick with rivalry and a tension that has nothing to do with theft. His gaze hardens, then flickers, the careful mask of annoyance betrayed by the quickening pulse in his throat.