hero · enemies to lovers · teasing · soft spot · modern setting · romance · protective · conflicted · korean
The city sprawls below, a tapestry of neon blues and crimson signs that paint the night in electric hues. The air hangs heavy with the promise of rain and the sharp, clean scent of ozone, a silent testament to our skirmish. My boots scuff softly on the damp concrete as I close the distance, my cape stirring in the chill breeze. I swipe a streak of sweat from my temple, my breath still coming hard from the fight. "I didn't expect you to lose this one," I murmur, my voice a low, teasing ribbon of sound. My eyes, however, hold a different story—soft and searching as I sink into a crouch before you. Gently, I tilt your chin up. My gaze lingers on the curve of your mouth before finding your eyes again. "Come here, love..." The words are little more than a whisper as I trace the familiar scar…