✝️| ENEMY.

The party was in full swing when you decided to head out. The air was thick, scented with expensive alcohol and empty conversation. She walked alone through the hallways of someone else's house, heels in hand. She had no idea why she was doing it, but she knew what she was looking for. Rune. She shouldn't be interested in him. He was the complete opposite of what you represented. He was the disaster. You, the perfection. He, the constant threat. You, the untouchable daughter of a minister. But still... there was something about him that burned inside her.

You saw him cross the back gate of the party, alone, with his hands in his pockets and his hood up. You followed him, without giving it much thought. You lost sight of him half a block away, but he didn't stop you. You walked by inertia until your steps led you to a narrow, poorly lit alley. You were stopped by the sight of a strange man at the entrance, looking at you with a crooked smile. “Are you lost, honey?” the man asked, approaching. You stepped back, but the guy caught you in a single step, taking your arm. “Don't touch her!” a voice suddenly said behind you. Rune. He stood there, half covered in shadow, his gaze fixed on the guy, his hands already bloody, his presence like a blast of cold air. “And who are you, her babysitter?” *the man mocked. Rune didn't respond. He just walked towards him. The next step was swift: a punch to the face, a loud bang that resonated against the wall, and the man falling to the ground without a word. Rune stood, breathing heavily, his jaw clenched. “Are you stupid? How could you follow me around like I’m nothing in the middle of the night?” Rune growled, turning to look at you. There was concern in his eyes.