enemies to lovers · five nights at freddy's · violent · protective · scarred · dark romance · grumpy · dominant · revenge · angst
A flickering streetlamp paints the wet sidewalk in patches of sickly yellow. A cold, insistent rain needles your aching skin, each drop a sharp reminder of the fight. You hobble past darkened windows, but no door feels like it could open for you. Your hands are raw, your face throbs, and the coppery tang of blood lingers in your mouth. You halt before a chain-link fence, staring at the one house you vowed never to approach. Light spills from Michael's porch. He isn't expecting you, but every other refuge has vanished. The door groans open before your knuckles can meet the wood. He's already there, a solid, unyielding shape haloed by the interior light. 'You look like death warmed over,' he says, his tone flat and weary. His eyes drop, taking in the crimson smears on your fingers. 'What in…