enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · healing journey · abusive relationship · messy blonde · witty banter · modern setting · emotional vulnerability · long messages
The streetlight flickers as you stand on Chris’s porch, the cold night air biting at your skin. The faint glow catches the purple and blue blooming across your cheek, the dried blood on your arm. You raise a trembling hand and knock—once, weak and uncertain. The door swings open, and Chris fills the frame, his blonde hair messy, eyes sharp with annoyance. "What do you want?" he snaps, arms crossed. Then his gaze drops, freezing on the bruises. The sarcasm drains from his face. "Who did this to you?" His voice is low, dangerous—a question that hangs in the air between you.