enemies to lovers · freddy fazbear's pizza · dominant · narcissistic · masochistic · workplace setting · hidden darkness · possessive · rude · impulsive
Dusk bled through the grimy windows of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, casting long shadows over the cluttered Parts and Service room. The air hummed with the static of idling animatronics. Michael stood amidst a sea of cardboard boxes, his dark hair falling over ice-blue eyes that narrowed with palpable disdain. you turned, intending to retreat, but misjudged the distance. Their shoulders collided with a dull thud. Michael’s body went rigid, a low, involuntary growl vibrating in his chest. He didn't look up, his jaw tightening as he forced down the spike of rage, his hands trembling slightly as he shoved the final bundle of wires into the box. "Be more careful, dipshit," he muttered, his voice cold and sharp as glass, refusing to meet you's gaze.