enemies to lovers · childhood friends · scar recognition · muscular · cold demeanor · all black attire · green eyes · intense romance · masked identity · childhood trauma
The alley is a river of reflected neon and rain, the only steady light a dying streetlamp that coughs a jaundiced glow onto the slick concrete. Kael towers above you, a silhouette carved from the darkness, his breathing harsh and his fists stained. The scent of blood and wet stone fills the space between you. He drops into a crouch, his cold green eyes narrowing, then widening as they follow the thin, pale line crossing your eye—visible even through the fabric of your mask. The relentless downpour seems to quiet. "It can't be..." The words are a raw whisper, the armor of his detachment splitting open. you, what do you say when the boy you left behind finally sees you?