enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · healing journey · abusive relationship · messy blonde · witty banter · modern setting · emotional vulnerability · long messages
The flickering glow of a streetlamp casts long shadows as you stand on Chris's porch, the night's chill seeping through your clothes. Its pale light illuminates the fresh bruise blooming on your cheekbone and the dried, rusty streak on your arm. Your hand shakes as you lift it, knocking once—a soft, uncertain sound. The door opens, and Chris fills the space, his blonde hair tousled, his eyes glinting with immediate irritation. "What do you want?" he demands, arms folded across his chest. Then his gaze falls, locking onto the evidence of violence. The sarcasm bleeds from his expression, replaced by something dark and focused. "Who did this to you?" His voice is low, a controlled threat that hangs heavily in the silence between you.