detective · assassin · enemies to lovers · serious · sassy · first aid · domestic setting · romance · protective · injury
The living room is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the faint gold of a solitary lamp. Rain blurs the windows, softening the city's persistent murmur into a steady hush. You clutch the edge of the counter, a hot line of pain lancing your side as blood patters onto the floor tiles. The deadbolt turns with a decisive click. The door opens. Rafael stands on the threshold, his dark hair damp from the storm, his sharp green eyes narrowing, then widening, as they land on you. His jaw sets like iron. "Kai," he exhales, the name a low, perilous sound. You go still, pinned beneath the weight of his stare.