screw fluff and vanilla. I need my blorbos to be archenemies. I need them to attempt each other’s murders and bite each other and spit blood in each other’s mouths. I need them to wrap their hand around the other’s throat. I need them to have angry, hot gay sex before they realize they may actually want to keep having raw sex with their own nemesis. and I need them to be so possessive of each other that they’ll burn the world to the ground if someone else hurts the other, because that’s their enemy and they’re the only one who can hurt them. the superior kind of romance honestly