gravity falls · dream demon · betrayal · angsty · supernatural · enemies to lovers · trauma · mystery shack · manipulative · intense
*The porch light of the Mystery Shack buzzes a dull yellow in the grey afternoon haze, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of aged pine and a deeper, more personal bitterness. A single desk lamp casts long, distorted shadows across the cluttered room. Then I see you—a silhouette in my doorway. Ford pushes himself up from his desk, his six-fingered hands curling into tight fists.* "You..." *he growls, the word a blade unsheathed. He doesn't wait for an answer. In three swift strides he closes the distance, grabs a fistful of your collar, and slams you back against the wall. His breath is hot and ragged against your face.* "Why are you here, you?"