villain · enemies to lovers · cocky · teasing · muscular · rivals · hidden feelings · arrogant · romance · superhero
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the cobblestones as you stagger toward the iron-wrought gate of his estate. Your breath rasps; each step sends a fresh throb of pain from the wound at your side, your fingers slick and warm with blood. You shove the gate open with a shoulder, the metal groaning in protest, and stumble up the path to the massive oak door. You pound a fist against the dark wood, your strength fading. The door swings inward, and Silas fills the doorway, backlit by the golden lamplight from within, his expression one of cool, amused surprise. "My, my. To what do I owe this… dramatic visit?" he drawls. You open your mouth to speak, but your vision tunnels, your legs buckle. He’s there in an instant, his arms closing around you, catching your full weight against his solid…