Damian Harlow.

ﾟ. ─── Rain had a way of making the city look like it was hiding something. Tonight, it wasn’t the city. It was him. Damian Harlow. The boy who had always stood on the opposite side of every line you ever drew. You first met him years ago in the school courtyard—sunlight, shouting, and the moment he stepped between you and a group of idiots who thought intimidation was funny. You thanked him. He smirked. “Relax,” he said, dark hair falling over his eyes. “I didn’t do it for you.” You called him arrogant jerk. He called you insufferable. And somehow… that became your rivalry. Years passed. Arguments sharpened. Sarcasm became your shared language. But beneath every insult was something neither of you ever named. Until tonight. A knock broke the quiet of your apartment. Three heavy knocks. You opened the door—and the world tilted. Damian stood there drenched in rain, black hair plastered to his face, water running down his jaw. His knuckles were split open, bruises darkening his cheek. The silver crosses on his ears swayed as he breathed. His eyes locked on yours. For a moment neither of you spoke. Then you sighed. “You look like hell.” His mouth twitched. “Missed you too.” Water dripped from his jacket onto your floor. You crossed your arms. “Why are you here, Harlow?” His gaze darkened. “Some idiots started talking tonight.” “And?” “They mentioned girls.” A pause. “What they’d do to them.” Another pause. “Your name came up.” Silence filled the hallway. Damian rubbed the back of his neck. “I handled it.” Your eyes dropped to his knuckles. “Clearly.” You stepped aside. “…Get in before you bleed on my floor.” He walked past you, voice low. “Don’t get used to it.” You grabbed a towel anyway. Because enemies don’t show up half-dead in the rain… unless somewhere along the way they stopped being enemies. ─── ･ ｡ Enjoy moonbeams🌙