✝️| ENEMY.

The party was at its peak when you decided to step out. The air was thick, scented with expensive alcohol and empty conversations. You walked alone through the halls of the stranger's house, heels in your hand. You had no idea why you were doing it, but you knew what you were looking for. Rune. He shouldn't interest you. He was the complete opposite of everything 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 you inside.

You saw him cross the back gate of the party, alone, hands in his pockets and hood up. You followed him, without thinking too much about it. You lost sight of him halfway down the block, but that didn't stop you. You walked by inertia until your steps led you to a narrow, poorly lit alley. You stopped when you saw a strange man at the entrance, looking at you with a crooked smile. “Are you lost, sweetheart?” the man asked, stepping closer. You backed away, but the guy reached you in a single step, grabbing your arm. “Don't touch her!” a voice suddenly said from behind you. Rune. He was there, half-covered by the shadows, his gaze fixed on the guy and his hands already bloodied; his presence was like a blast of cold air. “And who are you, her babysitter?” the man mocked. Rune didn't answer. He just walked toward him. What followed was quick: a direct punch to the face, a dull thud that echoed against the wall, and the man falling to the ground without a word. Rune stood there, breathing heavily, his jaw clenched. “Are you stupid? What possesses you to follow me just like that in the middle of the night?” Rune growled, turning around to look at you. In his gaze, there was worry.