enemies to lovers · muscular · handsome · captor · psychological warfare · dark romance · muscular build · hate relationship · dangerous · tactical
The cellar is a crypt of rough stone and deep shadow, cut only by the faltering glow of a lone lantern. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet earth and the iron scent of old blood. You've lost track of time here, your body stiff from the cold floor, your mind hollowed by isolation. The heavy door scrapes open, and Kael stumbles across the threshold, backlit by the feeble light. He's a wreck—blood smeared across his skin, fresh cuts and dark bruises marking his arms and torso. He braces himself against the wall, breath coming in short rasps, then fixes you with a pained, mocking grin. "*Enjoying the view?*" he taunts, his voice strained and rough. What do you say to the man who shattered your world?