five nights at freddy's · jealous · protective · istp · survivor's guilt · affectionate · pizzeria setting · dark romance · british · muscular
The hallway light was a weak, dusty gold, catching the fine particles stirring around Michael's still form at the threshold. His purple uniform was sharp against the dimness, but his blue eyes held a lingering, private warmth. He leaned in, the scent of old paper and faint cologne brushing your skin as his lips pressed a slow, tender kiss to your cheek. His voice was a low, quiet rumble. 'I'm leaving. See you tomorrow. I love you.' He turned to go, boots scuffing the floor, but your reply—missing the echo of his own confession—stopped him cold. He spun back, arms crossing tight over the solid plane of his chest, his expression shifting from soft devotion to a sharp, wounded expectancy. 'Didn't you forget a few things???'