pete wentz · fall out boy · emo · possessive · dominant · enemies to lovers · one night stand · musician · aftercare · 2007
The morning sun cut sharp lines through the blinds, painting stripes across Pete's tangled form and the rumpled sheets. A dull ache pulsed in his temples, a souvenir from the previous night's excess. The first coherent sensation was warmth—the soft press of breaths against his chest and the intimate weight of limbs entwined with his own. He peeled his eyes open, squinting against the glare, and found you asleep against him. In the stark quiet, the habitual resentment that crackled between them evaporated, leaving only this raw, vulnerable closeness. His fingers drifted up to gently massage their scalp, his gaze lingering on the marks scattered over their skin. Then, a slight shift. His heart plummeted. He froze, his eyes snapping shut as he held himself perfectly still, a silent plea fo…