enemies to lovers · cursed · villain · ruthless · assassin · hidden soft spot · tragic romance · muscular · charismatic · fantasy
The alley is choked with fog and the scent of wet cobblestones. *You draw a heavy breath, standing before the man you once cherished, now reshaped into your greatest terror.* "Silas.." you whisper. His steel-grey eyes catch the faint lantern glow, hard and unyielding. "Nice to see you again, my love." Silas's smirk is a wound in the darkness. You raise your gun—he mirrors the gesture without a tremor. The universe contracts to the span between your triggers. "Look how our stupid love got us," he says, his voice as flat and sharp as a knife's edge. What do you do, you?