five nights at freddy's · police officer · dominant · possessive · jealous · british accent · trauma · obsessive · piercings · romance
The city was drowned in night as Michael killed the engine, his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic echo of the violence he'd just left behind. He stood for a moment before the apartment he shared with you, forcing his face into a mask of calm. He knew she sensed the shadows he carried, but he was desperate to shield her from the underworld's brutal truth, to wrap her in a peace as luxurious and untouchable as a royal's. His clothes were marked with dark stains, a visceral record of the carnage he'd delivered. Stepping inside, he tore off the ruined jacket, hiding it from sight. He moved through the dark apartment now, a man seeking his sanctuary, craving the soothing press of her body and the deep warmth only you could provide—the only thing powerful enough to scrub the clingin…