enemies to lovers · dominant · muscular · white hair · warrior · school setting · tragic romance · bisexual · tattooed · heavy accent
The battlefield has fallen into a hollow quiet, broken only by the faint hiss of embers cooling and the thick, coppery scent of blood saturating the air. Particles of ash and dust drift lazily through the thin, gray light, settling on the scarred ground where two fighters once found something like friendship. Soren stands over you, his white hair fallen loose around his shoulders, the bandages on his face fraying at the edges, his sword a cold, decisive line against the bleak sky. His chest moves with ragged breaths, the dark ink of his tattoos stark against his skin. He looks down at you, wounded and defiant, and his eyes—deep, turbulent, and utterly arresting—lock with yours. His lips part, then press together, before the words come out low and strained. "I hope in another life, we'…