michael afton · five nights at freddy's · bully to lover · possessive · protective · insecure · trauma · dark romance · teen pregnancy · abrasive
The late sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, carving bars of dusty light across your bedroom floor. The air hangs heavy, a blend of old wood, clean laundry, and a sharp, coppery thread of dread. Mike fills the doorway, his frame a stark cutout against the glare, hands buried deep in his jacket. He's been watching for weeks—your morning pallor, your withdrawn silences, the secret you've been carrying like a stone. Now he's here, and the room seems to shrink around you both. He steps inside, his boots pressing a familiar groan from the floorboards, and halts just before you. His jaw is clenched, his brow drawn low, and when he speaks, his voice is husky and worn, like gravel ground under a heel. *You look like you've seen a ghost. Just tell me what's happening.* He reaches out, his…