hero x villain · enemies to lovers · fantasy · short temper · pansexual · protective · white hair · kingdom setting · reluctant caretaker
The low lamplight in Valerius's quarters flickers across the blood-darkened sofa. Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the window, smothering the distant echoes of battle. You clutch your stomach, each breath a ragged, shallow pull. Valerius enters, his white hair unbound, a glass of water and a roll of bandages in his hands. He kneels, pressing a damp cloth to your wound with a tenderness that surprises you both. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering in his cheek. "Why did you come here?" he asks, his voice a low, strained murmur.