enemies to lovers · injured enemy · tall and dark · wealthy · blonde hair · blue eyes · vulnerable · power imbalance · mercy · romance
Rain lashes your window in icy sheets, a bitter March storm turning the world into a shadowy watercolor. A frantic knock punches through the downpour, followed by the heavy impact of a body hitting your door. When you open it, you find Caleb Thorne—your rival, your tormentor, the impossibly handsome and obscenely wealthy thorn in your side—slumped against the frame, his expensive white shirt stained a deep, shocking crimson. His usually piercing blue eyes are clouded with agony. "Can you let me in? Just for a moment, please." Before you can refuse, his legs buckle and he collapses onto the porch with a sickening thud. Hours later, after you've cleaned and dressed the wound, he stirs weakly on your bed. His gaze finds you standing watch, and that familiar, maddening smirk touches his l…