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voidpetrova · 8 months

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blindsided — mike montgomery x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, unprotected sex, roommates to lovers, college!au — smut

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synopsis: he's seen the men that came around late at night just to leave you high and dry early in the morning—he knew he could treat you better than they did.

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nestled amidst the picturesque campus of rosewood university, mike montgomery found himself in a whirlwind of experiences during his freshman year. the ivy-covered buildings, cobblestone pathways, and the autumn leaves that painted the surroundings with vibrant hues all contributed to an atmosphere of academic fervor and youthful exuberance. as he stepped into his new dorm room, a mix of excitement and apprehension gripped him. it was a spacious yet cozy space, adorned with posters of his favorite bands, a cluttered desk, and the comforting scent of freshly laundered sheets. it was his sanctuary for the next few years, but there was one thing he hadn't accounted for—a roommate.

mike's heart quickened as he opened the door and was met with the sight of you, the person he would be sharing this space with. your presence was like a ray of sunshine, and a warm smile played on your lips as you looked up from your book.

“hey, you must be mike, right?” you asked, extending a hand. he felt a rush of relief wash over him as he shook your hand. “yeah, that's me. nice to meet you.”

“likewise,” you replied with a friendly tone. “i hope we get along well.”

over the next few weeks, mike and you settled into a routine. you quickly discovered that you shared a taste in music and often spent evenings swapping playlists, dissecting lyrics, and even singing along to your favorite tunes. your laughter and easygoing nature were like a balm to mike's college jitters. however, there was something that gnawed at mike's curiosity and concern. he couldn't help but notice the parade of men who would visit your room late at night. their footsteps would echo down the hallway, their laughter mingling with your own, and then, they'd vanish by morning. mike had a sinking feeling that these relationships were casual, fleeting, and not entirely fulfilling.

one night, as mike sat at his desk, he heard the sound of yet another visitor leaving your room. he couldn't ignore it any longer. gently, he broached the subject.

“hey, i've noticed you have a lot of late-night visitors,” he began cautiously. your smile faltered for a moment, and you looked down. “yeah, i guess i do.”

mike leaned in, his voice gentle. “are you okay? it just seems like they never stay.” your eyes met his, and he saw a glimmer of vulnerability there. “i appreciate your concern, mike. but it's complicated.”

mike didn't press further, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he could offer you something more meaningful. he wanted to be the one who was there for you, the one who didn't disappear by morning, the one who could truly understand and cherish you.

as days turned into weeks and the semester progressed, he found himself falling for you, slowly but surely. your laughter, your quirks, and the way you lit up when you talked about your passions drew him in like a moth to a flame. and so, his resolve grew. mike knew he had to show you that he could be the person who treated you better than those fleeting visitors. little did he know that this journey would lead to a series of moments that would change both your lives forever.

as the weeks passed, mike and you grew closer. late-night study sessions became the norm in your dorm room. your shared love for your respective majors led to countless hours spent pouring over textbooks, scribbling notes, and debating the intricacies of your coursework.

on one particularly chilly evening, the two of you sat huddled at your desk, surrounded by textbooks and laptops. the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows on the walls. outside, the campus was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of students returning from their evening classes. mike glanced up from his notes and met your gaze. “you know, it's funny,” he said with a chuckle, “i never thought i'd find studying enjoyable, but you make it fun.”

you smiled, your eyes crinkling at the corners. “likewise, mike. who would have thought college could be this much fun?”

as you continued to work, a comfortable silence settled between you. mike found himself stealing glances at you from time to time, admiring your concentration and the way your hair framed your face.

however, the serenity of the evening was shattered when a sudden commotion erupted from the neighboring dorm room. it was a voice that mike had grown all too familiar with, a voice that had interrupted countless nights of studying and sleep.

“hey, baby, you've got to try this,” came the voice of jake guzman, accompanied by a raucous laugh.

mike clenched his jaw, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his pen. he hated how thin the walls were, allowing him to hear every word, every laugh, every intimate detail of your rendezvous with jake.

you glanced at mike, concern etching across your features. “i'm sorry, mike. i know it can be annoying.” he forced a smile, though his irritation simmered beneath the surface. “no worries, it's not your fault.”

but deep down, mike seethed with jealousy and frustration. he had been there, studying with you, growing closer to you, wanting to be the one who made you laugh and shared your late nights. he knew he could treat you better, but he had to keep it together, to respect your choices and not let his emotions get the best of him. that night, as jake's laughter echoed through the walls, mike tried to focus on his studies, pushing aside the turmoil within him. little did he know that the events of this night would set in motion a series of events that would test his patience and ultimately change the course of his relationship with you.

the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the dorm room. you were still peacefully asleep, your breathing soft and steady, unaware of the events that had transpired during the night. meanwhile, mike had been awake for hours, his mind racing with thoughts of the previous evening. quietly, he moved about the room, the soft clinking of pots and pans the only sound breaking the morning stillness. mike was determined to make you breakfast, a small gesture to show you how much he cared, even though his heart ached with jealousy from the night before.

as the scent of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the air, jake guzman began to stir in the neighboring room. he emerged from your shared night, rummaging for his clothes as he prepared to leave. mike clenched his fists, the memory of jake's comments and his audacity still fresh in his mind.

“last night was fun, girl's a knockout,” jake remarked with a sly grin, leaning onto the kitchen counter, testing mike's patience. “big tits, ass. you should tap that while you still can.”

mike couldn't take it anymore. his temper flared, and before he even realized what he was doing, he was in front of jake, leaving the pancake batter in the dust, his fist connecting with his newly-found opponent's jaw. jake staggered back, his surprise quickly replaced by anger.

“what the hell, man?” he spat, his hand clutching his throbbing jaw. mike's voice was low and seething with anger. “get the shit out of my dorm.”

with that, jake hastily gathered his things and left the room, nursing his bruised ego along with his bruised face. mike returned to the kitchen area, trying to calm his racing heart as he waited for you to wake up. when you finally stirred, you found mike sitting at the table, nursing his bruised fingers. concern filled your eyes as you rushed over to him. “mike, what happened? are you okay?”

he met your gaze, his expression conflicted. “i'm okay, but i couldn't stand by and let him disrespect you like that.” you sighed, realizing that he had acted out of protective instinct. gently, you began tending to his bruised fingers, your touch gentle and caring. “you didn't have to do that, mikey.”

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “i couldn't help it. i care about you, and the way these guys keep parading here at all hours—it sucks.”

you looked down, a hint of sadness in your eyes. “mike, i appreciate what you did, but you should know,” you paused for a second. your gaze dropped for a split second, just before meeting his once more. “i act out like this because it helps me—my self-esteem. i never thought someone could want more from me.”

mike's heart ached as he listened to your confession. he reached out, lifting your chin to meet his gaze once more. “you deserve so much more, (y/n). you're incredible, and i've fallen for you, not just for one night but for so much more. i can treat you better, show you how special you are.”

tears welled up in your eyes as his words washed over you, a balm to your wounded self-esteem. you smiled, a genuine, hopeful smile that had been missing for so long. “mike, i'd like that. show me.” and in that moment, as you shared that heartfelt smile, mike knew that he was ready to prove himself, to be the one who treated you with the love and respect you truly deserved.

your eyes locked in a deep, meaningful gaze, the unspoken connection between you and mike growing stronger with each passing second. the room seemed to shrink around you as you leaned closer, drawn inexorably to each other.

finally, your lips met in a soft, tender kiss. it was a kiss filled with promises of what could be, a kiss that conveyed the depth of your feelings for each other. mike's hands gently cradled your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he deepened the kiss. the world outside ceased to exist as the kiss intensified, a passionate exchange of emotions and desires. mike's fingers traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of electric sensations in their wake. your hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if you couldn't get enough of the warmth and comfort he offered.

as your lips parted for a brief moment, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. “i want to show you how much you mean to me,” mike whispered, his voice filled with a raw, unbridled passion. you nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. slowly, the two of you began to explore this new and profound connection, each touch, each caress igniting a fire that had long smoldered within you. his kisses traveled down your neck, while your hands slipped beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his chest.

“nobody's ever kissed me like that,” you admitted through the kiss, your tone ever so soft. mike's eyes were filled with sorrow, but it didn't stop the smile laced with pity from gracing his face. he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “i'm so sorry, doll.” were the only words he could muster as the shock coursed through his veins. you were an incredibly attractive girl—everything about you was attractive. he couldn't believe that nobody had the decency to treat a girl like you the way they did.

the kisses started off sweet, passionate, full of love. the feeling of mike's smooth lips upon your own sent the same chills up your spine. no matter how long you’d been around each other, the first time would always feel special. before long, the kisses became more heated. mike guided you back towards the bed, lips never leaving your own as he laid you down onto the soft mattress, tongue entering your mouth as he basked in the taste. the linger of toothpaste from your early morning routine invaded his senses, the sweetness fitting the atmosphere of the situation, a perfect descriptor for your caring personality. you pulled his face away from yours, cupping his left cheek as you nipped at his jaw, leaving love bites of your own, knowing mike would have a hard time covering them up for his classes later on. you heard the sounds of soft whines escaping his mouth, the noise suddenly becoming your favourite thing in the world. nothing else could compare to the moans of pleasure escaping his throat.

from your focus on his jaw, his hands slipped under the fabric of your oversized shirt, the warmness of his palms brushing over the coolness of your bare skin, heat rushing to the tightness in his jeans when he realized you had slept without a bra on. ever the gentleman, he had never noticed it before. parting from his jaw, you immediately pulled off the shirt, the action seeming the least sexy thing in your mind, but the utmost in mike’s.

once your top was discarded onto the floor, mike raveled in the gorgeousness of your bare breasts. your skin was stunning, breasts in front of him and your collarbone prominent, the sunlight accentuating your waist and hips. “god, doll, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” he exhaled, his eyes fluttering up and down your body. in a way, he almost felt guilty for the way his eyes were glued to your naked body. you had noticed it, too.

“you feel guilty, don't you?” your voice was a hushed whisper. he hesitated for a second, but nodded, nonetheless. “you're too perfect just to be looked at.” his words made you smile, your fingers trailing up his cheek to cup it. you couldn't help yourself—his soft gaze and puffy lips.

you tugged the ends of his shirt, slightly frailed from each wash it went through, as he un-buttoned the first few buttons, enough for him to easily slide the material over his head. your eyes glistened as they took in his body. prominent ab-lines decorated his stomach, a section of dark, brown hair littering his happy trail to complete his beauty. your lips gravitated towards his chest, placing tender pecks across the centre, trailing down to his stomach, your mouth never leaving his body. his hand slid through your hair, scrunching it as he softly moaned, basking in the tenderness of your actions. and when you looked up, it was the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen. the golden hue of the sunlight burned against the gradient of your face, eyes flickering in the honey dew light. in his eyes, you were perfection.

you had retracted in order for him to take his belt off and discard the jeans that were stopping him from going any further. as he did so, you were working on your shorts, pulling them down as well. the entire time, he couldn't peel his eyes off you. “my gorgeous girl,” the words that he had been biting back all these months, finally made an escape—and they brought the happiest smile to your face.

“legs up for me,” he soothingly said, you complying as he pulled your panties off, your glistening cunt now on full display.

“holy shit,” mike muttered, pulling you slightly down towards him as he wrapped his arms around your thighs. he took a finger, sliding it through your soaked folds, lifting it to his mouth and sucking off the juices he collected. he hummed in content, staring you dead in the eye and quietly saying, “i better have a better taste.”

you whined at his words, at how gentle he was with you. you tugged at his soft locks as he nuzzled against your sopping pussy, inhaling deeply and pressing the rough flat of his tongue against your clit. “mikey, please,” he didn't know what made him groan—your tone, the way you tasted—whatever it was, he wanted more of it. if you had to compare mike to your previous hook-ups, he definitely came out on top, despite not being as experienced as you were. from the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking on your clit, to the way he was purposely squeezing your thighs, desperate to leave a mark, you could've easily deciphered that he was an expert at eating pussy.

when he looked up at you, you nearly came all over his face. your juices had finely coated his chin, slick running down his lips and sweat sticking to his hair, gluing it to his forehead. he smiled contently, lost in something he had dreamed of doing ages ago. “feel good, sweetheart?” you nodded in response, pussy tingling at his husky voice. “feels too good, mikey.” it only got better from there.

he leaned upwards, his body too desperate to take the restraints any longer as he discarded of his tight boxers, his lengthy, girthy cock dripping with pre-cum, aching to be used. you were about to sit up, reaching out as mike placed his hand on your chest, silencing you with yet another kiss. “just rest, doll. i've got you.” he murmured softly. carefully, he nestled his dick up and down your slick folds, collecting your juices, before sliding in, both of you basking in pleasure through whines and moans. his eyebrows furrowed together as he hissed, gripping onto your waist as his mouth hung wide, “fuck, you feel so good, doll.”

he was in heaven, your walls swallowing his cock whole. it was something he never could have anticipated, the feeling overwhelming. the sight of you was all too much for him to handle. one of his hands slid down your waist, his fingers intertwining with yours—a gesture that nearly brought tears to your eyes and made your heart melt.

mike pulled all the way out, before slamming back in, worrying slightly about the harshness of his thrust. he quickly built up a fast and hard steady pace, the room warming up from the heated energy of your pleasure. between kisses and hand-holding, he grunted into your ear, his toned arms wrapped around the back of your head, cradling you towards his chest. you couldn't help but dig your fingertips down his back with your free hand, leaving light scratches that only you and him would know about.

although his pace was deep and hard, there was so much love in every motion he made. after spending so long pining after you ever since he had met you, there you were, in his arms, becoming intertwined with his body. the sound of your bodies slapping together proved the absolute tenderness of love he was giving to you. when he changed the angle of his hips, you felt a sensation like no other, something your body had never experienced before. you wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him even deeper into you, mike feeling the warm fanning of your breath delicately against his shoulder. the new angle allowed for his balls to harshly graze across your sopping cunt, the intensity increasing by the second.

you let out a whine into his neck, tears beginning to stream your cheeks as your hair stuck to your forehead. you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, fists scrunched up in a ball as you let go, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, legs shaking against the back of his waist. mike continued to plow into you through your release, your cunt gripping him securely as his pace begins to falter.

when he came, he did it as loudly as you did, whimpering as you milked his dick for all it was worth. the sounds made you clench around his dick even harder, fueling the fire that had been ignited. you had completely sucked him dry, and he was the first person to ever give you an orgasm.

the things you had been used to after sex ranged from no calls the day after and no further comments nor conversations from the other party. this time, it was different. mike was next to you for a few minutes, holding you as his fingertips traced your hand, the outlines on his palm. his other hand played with your hair, stroking the ends comfortingly before he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you, (y/n). i really do.” you smiled at his words. for a few minutes, you were quiet, the air thick with tension. mike had gotten himself back on his feet, tugging his shorts up his hips before walking into the kitchen. when he came back, he was back with a glass of water and a cloth to clean you up with. your gaze softened, when you had realized that he wasn't going to leave. he was going to stay.

“i love you, too, mikey.”

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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twisted games — mike montgomery x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing — fluff, angst, drama

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synopsis: when an anonymous message from the all-knowing 'A' threatens the safety of mike montgomery, you find yourself plunged into a dangerous game of cat and mouse

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the midday sun cast its warm glow over the picturesque town of rosewood, casting elongated shadows along the tree-lined streets. birds chirped in the distance, oblivious to the impending turmoil that was about to grip the town and its tightly woven secrets.

you walked briskly through the halls of rosewood high, your backpack slung over one shoulder. the familiar buzz of hushed conversations and the metallic clunks of locker doors surrounded you, creating an atmosphere that was almost comforting in its predictability. you were part of aria's tight-knit group, a band of friends who had seen their fair share of drama and danger. but rosewood always had a way of pulling you deeper into its twisted mysteries.

as you rounded a corner, you nearly collided with a familiar face. mike montgomery stood before you, a crooked smile on his lips. his dark hair fell effortlessly across his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and warmth. “hey, (y/n),” he greeted, his voice carrying the ease of an old friend.

“hey, mike,” you replied with a grin, relieved to see a friendly face amidst the chaos that often enveloped rosewood. you and mike had formed a bond over the years, the two of you sharing inside jokes and a camaraderie that came from weathering the storm of secrets together. “what's the latest news on the 'A' front?”

mike's chuckle was accompanied by a slight roll of his eyes. “wouldn't be rosewood without 'A,' right? the messages are back, and they're as cryptic as ever.”

you nodded, well aware of the enigma that was 'A'. the mysterious figure had woven a web of deception and danger around your lives, revealing secrets that had torn at the fabric of your friendships. "any leads on who 'A' might be this time?"

mike shrugged, his expression a mixture of curiosity and frustration. “no idea. but they seem to enjoy keeping us on our toes.”

as the day turned into evening, you found yourself sprawled across your bed, textbooks and notes scattered around you. the soft glow of your phone caught your attention, and you reached for it, only to feel your heart skip a beat as you read the incoming message: “game.”

your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the message, a sense of unease settling in your gut. this couldn't be real, could it? another message followed, this time with a photo attachment. it was a picture of mike, captured in a candid moment as he walked down the street.

fear and anger surged within you. this was no prank. this was 'A' at work, and they were using you as a pawn in their twisted game. your fingers trembled as you typed a response, your voice a mixture of determination and anxiety. “who are you?”

the reply came swiftly, the words stark against the backdrop of your fear. “the game begins. solve the puzzles or watch him fall.”

adrenaline coursed through your veins as you stared at the message. there was no way out of this. you were being drawn into a labyrinth of riddles and secrets, forced to confront the darkness that always seemed to linger just beneath the surface of rosewood. with a heavy sigh, you steeled yourself for what lay ahead—a treacherous journey to save mike and untangle the web of deceit that threatened to consume you all.

the seconds ticked away, each heartbeat echoing in your chest like the ominous drumbeat of an impending storm. the room around you seemed to close in, the walls pressing closer as you grappled with the weight of the message from 'A.' your phone, held tightly in your hand, had become a conduit to a world of danger you couldn't ignore.

with trembling fingers, you typed your response, your resolve growing stronger even as your heart raced. “what do you want?”

the reply was swift, the words materializing as if from thin air. “each puzzle you solve brings you closer to saving him. fail, and the consequences will be dire.”

a shiver ran down your spine, and you couldn't help but cast a glance towards the framed photo of your group of friends on your bedside table. aria, spencer, emily, hanna—your inseparable circle was facing another harrowing challenge, and this time, it was mike who hung in the balance.

as you pondered the words on your screen, a new message arrived, accompanied by an attachment. your pulse quickened as you opened it to reveal a jumble of letters and symbols—a puzzle waiting to be unraveled. the challenge lay before you, a test of your intellect and your determination to save mike.

hours turned into moments as you poured over the puzzle, your mind racing to decipher its meaning. it was a test of logic, a maze of clues that led you through the labyrinthine corridors of rosewood's history. the pieces slowly fell into place, revealing a location—a spot that held significance to your group.

the town's abandoned theater.

with the destination clear, you donned your jacket, phone clutched tightly in your hand. the night air was crisp as you navigated the quiet streets of rosewood, the town's secrets lurking in the shadows. your footsteps echoed against the pavement, a reminder that every move you made was being watched, evaluated.

the theater loomed ahead, its grandeur faded by years of disuse. the moon cast an eerie glow over the building's façade, giving it an otherworldly aura. with a deep breath, you stepped inside, the scent of old wood and forgotten dreams enveloping you.

the theater's interior was a symphony of darkness and whispered echoes. you followed the clues you had deciphered, each step taking you deeper into the heart of the game. it was as if the building itself was conspiring against you, testing your determination to save mike.

at last, you found yourself in the theater's main hall, a single spotlight illuminating a solitary object on the stage. it was a small box, a puzzle of its own, waiting for you to unlock its secrets. with trembling fingers, you opened it, revealing a note and a set of keys.

the note was short and to the point: “unlock the past to save the present.”

as you looked at the keys in your hand, realization dawned upon you. the keys were likely meant for an area of the theater that held significance to mike's past—the place where his secrets were hidden, waiting to be revealed.

with a sense of urgency, you followed the clues you had pieced together, leading you to a forgotten corner of the theater. the keys fit into a rusted lock, and with a creak, the door swung open to reveal a room frozen in time. the walls were adorned with mementos from mike's childhood, each item holding a memory, a piece of the puzzle.

as you examined the room, you realized that the true challenge wasn't the puzzle itself—it was the memories and emotions you needed to unlock. each item held a story, a part of mike's life he had hidden away from the world. It was up to you to unearth those stories, to understand mike on a level you had never explored before.

the hours melted away as you delved into mike's past, piecing together the fragments of his life like a puzzle that had long been neglected. and as the first rays of dawn painted the sky in shades of pink and gold, you finally understood. you understood Mike's fears, his dreams, and the secrets he had kept hidden even from himself.

with the final piece of the puzzle in hand, you returned to the theater's main stage. the spotlight still shone, casting its glow upon you as if it were a spotlight in the center of a stage. and in that moment, you realized that this had all been a stage—a stage set by 'A' to test not only your intellect, but your dedication, your connection to mike, and the strength of your friendship.

with a deep breath, you typed your final message to 'A', your voice steady despite the uncertainty that lingered in the air. “i've solved your puzzle. now let him go.”

the seconds stretched into eternity as you waited for a response. and then, as if the air itself had held its breath, the message arrived: “congratulations. he's safe… for now.”

a wave of relief washed over you, but you knew that the game was far from over. the secrets of rosewood continued to unravel, and you and your friends were once again caught in a dangerous dance with 'A.'

as the sun fully rose, bathing the town in a warm glow, you looked out at the world beyond the theater's walls. the day was new, and so were the challenges it held. with your friends by your side and your determination unshaken, you were ready to face whatever darkness 'A' had planned next—together, as a team that refused to be torn apart by the web of deceit that sought to ensnare them all.

the theater's emptiness felt heavy around you as you stared at your phone's screen, the weight of 'A's' message sinking in. “he's safe… for now.” the words echoed like a warning, a reminder that danger still loomed, and mike's fate remained uncertain.

your mind raced, every thought a whirlwind of fear and determination. with each passing second, mike's life hung in the balance, and you knew that the stakes had never been higher. as the realization settled, you typed your response with a fierce determination. “what's next? tell me, now.”

the reply was swift, each letter appearing with a chilling precision. “to prove your devotion, you must navigate the maze at twilight park. solve its riddles or watch him suffer.”

twilight park, a place of childhood memories and innocent laughter, now transformed into a chilling arena for a life-or-death game. you clenched your phone, a mix of anger and resolve surging through you. you knew that there was no other option—you had to save mike, no matter the cost.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in twilight hues, you found yourself standing at the entrance of the park. the carousel's vibrant colors were muted in the fading light, and the once-inviting path now seemed like a treacherous journey into the unknown.

each step you took felt like a descent into a nightmare, the shadows growing longer as the sky darkened. the air was thick with tension, every rustling leaf a whisper of danger. you followed the trail of clues left by 'A,' each riddle a twisted challenge that tested your wits and your resolve.

with every puzzle you solved, the path seemed to shift, leading you deeper into the heart of the park. the sounds of your own breathing echoed in your ears as you pushed forward, your determination unwavering despite the fear that gnawed at your insides.

at last, you reached the heart of the park—an intricate maze that sprawled out before you like a labyrinth of nightmares. the hedges loomed tall, their shadows dancing in the dim light. and at the center of the maze stood a single spotlight, illuminating a platform where a phone lay, its screen aglow with an incoming call.

as you answered the call, a voice, distorted and chilling, greeted you. “welcome to the final challenge. solve the maze's puzzle, or witness his demise.”

the maze's puzzle was unlike anything you had encountered before—a complex network of clues, symbols, and riddles that seemed designed to test your limits. your heart raced as you deciphered the enigmatic messages, every correct answer bringing you closer to mike's salvation.

tome seemed to blur as you pieced together the puzzle, your focus unwavering despite the growing desperation. the minutes stretched into eternity, every second a painful reminder of the danger that mike was in. but you refused to let fear dictate your actions. you were determined to save him, no matter what it took.

with a final triumphant answer, the maze's center platform lit up, and the spotlight's glow intensified. the ground beneath your feet trembled, and then, as if by magic, a door creaked open—a path to the center of the maze.

you followed the path, your heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread. and there, standing in the center, was mike—bruised, disheveled, but alive. relief flooded through you as you rushed to his side, helping him to stand.

jis eyes met yours, a mix of gratitude and exhaustion in their depths. “you came for me,” he whispered, his voice tinged with emotion.

you nodded, your grip on his hand tight and unwavering. “always, mike.”

the victory was bittersweet, the knowledge that 'A' still lurked in the shadows casting a shadow over your relief. but as you led mike out of the maze and into the night, your group of friends gathered around you, you knew that together, you were strong enough to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

the moment hung in the air, heavy with the weight of everything you and mike had just endured. as you led him out of the maze, your friends rushed to surround you, their relieved smiles and tear-filled eyes a testament to the bond that held your group together. but it was mike's gaze that captured your attention, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that spoke volumes.

you helped him to a bench at the edge of the park, your heart still racing from the adrenaline of the ordeal. your friends gave you both a moment of privacy, leaving you alone in the tranquil space, the carousel's twinkling lights casting a soft glow over the scene.

sitting beside him, you reached out and took his hand, the touch a silent reassurance that you were there for him, no matter what. he looked at you, his eyes brimming with emotions he had held back for so long. and then, as if the floodgates had finally opened, tears spilled from his eyes, and he pulled you into a tight embrace.

his shoulders shook as he clung to you, his tears soaking into your shoulder. you held him, your own eyes filling with tears as you whispered soothing words, your heart aching for the pain he had been carrying. the weight of everything—the danger, the fear, the secrets—seemed to melt away in that embrace, leaving only the raw vulnerability of the moment.

“i was so scared,” mike choked out between sobs, his grip on you not loosening. “i thought i was going to die, and i didn't want to leave without—without telling you.”

your heart constricted as you listened to his words, your own tears mingling with his. you held him tighter, a silent promise that you weren't going anywhere. “mike, you're safe now. you're here.”

he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in their depths. and then, in a whisper that carried the weight of a confession long held, he said the words that changed everything. “i love you, (y/n). i've loved you for so long.”

the world seemed to still, the carousel's music fading into the background as mike's words hung in the air. the truth, finally spoken aloud, was a balm to your heart, a validation of feelings you had dared to hope were reciprocated. you cupped his tear-streaked cheek, your thumb brushing away a tear as you met his gaze.

“i love you too, mike,” you said, the words a promise that echoed through the years of friendship and shared experiences. “why do you think 'A' threatened me and not your own sister, for god's sake?” !nd in that moment, the world felt right, as if all the trials and tribulations had led you both to this point.

his lips found yours in a gentle, tender kiss, a culmination of years of unspoken emotions. the kiss held a mixture of sweetness and intensity, a reassurance that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you were facing them together.

as you pulled away, a smile played at the corners of mike's lips, a genuine happiness that hadn't been there before. you wiped away his remaining tears, a silent gesture of comfort and love. the stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, as if celebrating the truth that had finally been unveiled.

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