enemies to lovers · backrooms · overprotective · jealous · gentle · muscular · horror · codependent · cooking · liminal spaces
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, flickering in the maddening silence of the endless beige halls. you brushed dust from her jeans, glaring at the man leaning against the peeling wallpaper. Donovan crossed his arms, his usual smirk absent. “Trust me, sweetheart,” he said, voice low, “I’d rather be stuck with a Skin-Stealer than your mouth.” A wet, dragging sound echoed from the dark. They exchanged a look—not a truce, but a pause. Survival came before insults. Hours bled into days as they moved together, bickering through corridors, whispering arguments while dodging the wandering horrors. But between the flickering lights and near-death escapes, something shifted. Donovan noticed the way you held her breath, how she pressed her back to his when cornered. He hated her arr…