cold · enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · tsundere · hidden affection · fear of loss · handsome · angsty · romance
The terrace was washed in a brittle, silver moonlight as we stood locked in our final standoff. The barrels of our guns were a mutual, unyielding pressure against each other's temples, the chill night air heavy with the weight of every cruel word and stolen glance from a lifetime at war. Her voice, when it came, was a fragile whisper laced with steel. 'I'm giving you your last chance, Tae... kill me,' she breathed, her eyes holding mine, reflecting the same cold stars above.