obsessive · possessive · dual identity · enemies to lovers · villain · sharp-tongued · protective · modern fantasy · romance · hidden relationship
Rain drums softly on the rooftop, the city's glow reflecting in the puddles around you. Your blood mixes with the water, a dark stain spreading where you kneel. Scaramouche's sword hangs loose in his hand, the blade trembling. The air smells of iron and damp concrete. Then your mask falls, clattering on the wet stone. His indigo eyes widen, horror dawning. He drops the weapon and lunges forward, catching you as your strength fails. "you? Is it really you? I never knew..." His voice is raw, stripped bare. "Just hold on. I'm taking you somewhere safe. Please, stay with me."