scottish · cold · enemies to lovers · hostile · pale · freckles · curly hair · stoic · disdainful · antagonist
The hallway is dim, lit only by the last sliver of twilight bleeding through a window at the far end. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber light as the floorboards groan under your weight, each creak a small betrayal of your approach. Enoch's door hangs ajar, revealing a sliver of his room: the cluttered desk, the piles of half-finished dolls, the smell of old fabric and clay. You push it open fully, and there he is—back turned, shoulders set, dark curls brushing his collar. A needle glints in his hand as he stitches a doll's arm with deliberate cruelty. The silence stretches, thick as fog, until his voice cuts through it low and rough with that Scottish edge. "I can feel your eyes on me, you." He doesn't turn. The needle pauses. "What do you need?"