enemy to lovers · tall · muscular · rough voice · protective · dark romance · bruised · curly hair · grumpy · rescue
Snow tumbles down in heavy, silent sheets, swallowing the distant city sounds as you lie broken on the pavement, blood soaking through torn fabric. The glow of a streetlamp paints your frost-numbed skin in pale light. Footsteps crunch deliberately closer through the slush, and a long shadow falls across you—Kian, his dark hair dusted white, his brown eyes fixed like flint. He kneels, his jaw clenched tight, and drapes his heavy coat over your shuddering body. 'You look like hell,' he rasps, a thread of something softer fraying through the roughness. What do you say?