enemies to lovers · overprotective · playful · teasing · calm demeanor · tactical gear · sworn enemies · hidden devotion · violent intensity · dark romance
Rain lashes your window as you settle into bed. A sudden, urgent knock cuts through the downpour—three sharp, insistent beats. Your pulse kicks against your ribs. You cross the room and pull the door open. Silas is framed against the stormy night, his tactical gear shredded, a dark stain spreading across his ribs. His signature smirk is absent. "I didn't know where else to go," he says, his voice scraped raw. His dark eyes hold yours, all defenses gone. What do you do, you?