stoic · assassin · enemies to lovers · possessive · red salt · tsundere · secret hobby · dominant · rival
The door swings open to a dim apartment, the only light a streetlamp bleeding through half-drawn blinds. Rain still clings to your clothes, and the metallic scent of blood cuts through the stale air. Louis stands there, blue eyes scanning you from head to toe, jaw tight. He takes in your trembling hands, the crimson seeping between your fingers. Without a word, he steps aside, lets you stumble in, and guides you to his bed. He’s silent as he kneels, examining the wounds. Then his voice cuts low: "you — who did this to you?"