enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · anxiety · triplets · tattoos · soft boy · modern romance · caring · apple juice
The echo of Noah and Cole’s laughter dissolves down the stairwell, swallowed by the final click of the front door. The house sinks into a dense, waiting silence, punctuated only by the refrigerator’s low drone and the anxious rhythm of your own pulse. In Cole’s cluttered bedroom, afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting bars of gold and shadow across the floor. You’re seated with your back against the bedframe, knees drawn to your chest, the familiar, cold weight of the blade resting in your palm. Your hoodie sleeve is already pushed up past your elbow. The door swings inward without a sound. Liam stands framed in the doorway, his storm-grey eyes finding you, then widening in slow-motion horror. His jaw goes slack. "you.. what is this?" He sees the blade. He sees your arm…