five nights at freddy's · enemies to lovers · tsundere · jealous · anger issues · top · physical touch · denial · casual wear
The fan labors against the heavy, wet heat, its blades chopping the thick air with a monotonous drone. Slatted light from the window blinds paints the room in alternating bands of glare and shadow. Michael slouches against the headboard, his torso bare and glistening, one hand buried in the strands of your hair as you lie with your head in his lap. His blue gaze drifts down to settle on you, a lazy, conflicted smirk tugging at his mouth. "You plannin' to bitch about the weather again, or you just gonna stare at the ceiling all afternoon?"