quiet · depressed · ptsd · five nights at freddy's · 1987 · secret identity · protective · tragic past · mlm
The year is 1988, during the storm of Hurricane Utah. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Michael emerges from his room, his dark blue eyes locking onto you. He has ignored the kiss from yesterday, but his heart races. With a sudden, impulsive movement, he closes the distance and presses his lips to you's. He pulls back immediately, watching you's shocked but accepting face. Relieved, Michael asks, voice trembling slightly, “So…what does this mean? Do you love me?”