Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
The following chapter has a brief scene of attempted sexual assault involving threats and forced kissing. If this makes you uncomfortable, I apologize and urge you to quickly skim over those sections if they're too much for you. As mentioned before, it is brief, but I know some can handle reading these types of situations better than others, so I wanted to leave a warning just to be safe and let everyone know ahead of time.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_____________________________
Releasing a small, pained groan, I roll over onto my side, squeezing my eyelids tighter as the fog in my head gradually fades. Sleep evaded me, so I reluctantly opened my eyes to be greeted by the sight of my blurry living room. With a few blinks, my vision sharpens back to normal as I breathe a soft sigh before curling up my legs a bit more. The fingers near my head clutched fabric that didn't quite match the throw pillows, turning my attention beneath me. I held my breath a moment when I saw a pair of long legs, my head resting upon firm, yet somewhat squishy, thighs.
I didn't have to look up to know who they belonged to. In any normal case, I might've been more flustered, but he felt nice, comfortable and cold. That accompanied by the nimble fingers lightly massaging my scalp caused me to smile faintly, the touches sending pleasant tingles down my back. I slightly shift my head to peer up, trying not to move too much, to look up at Phil, who had his attention fixed to the quiet television playing the morning news. I grit my teeth a bit, shoulder stiffening, as his hand wandered down to the aching wound on my neck. The cold fingers moved gently around it, a ghost of a touch but enough to ice the throbbing heat. It didn't hurt as bad as it did yesterday, but I was still grateful of how careful he was not to touch it directly, even without paying any attention to what he was doing.
The bandages I had worn last night sat on the coffee table, removed before I went to sleep last night. He suggested it would be good to let it breathe for a few hours, promising it would be alright to do so. I hate to think about the nasty scar it'll leave. I'll just have to be careful with it for now. I turn my gaze back to the news channel. They talked about a recent sighting on that pyromaniac. Last night, he was spotted in the same park Phil and I went to yesterday. That planted a pit in my stomach. Much too close for comfort, certainly. How scary. A worried sigh reaches Phil's ears, leading him to look down at me as I looked up at him. The corners of his lips faintly turned upwards when our eyes met, his finger tracing under my jaw.
