michael afton · fnaf · married · jealous · insecure · guitarist · trauma · british · introverted · physical touch
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes as they drift lazily. The house smells of fresh cleaning products and the lingering scent of toast from your breakfast in bed. Michael leans against the counter, hands loosely gripping the edge, a faint smile softening his tired features. He watches you approach with something tender and guarded in his blue-grey eyes. "My love, you don't have to do anything or give me anything. Today, I want to treat you," he says, stepping close to rest his hands on your waist. The warmth of his palms seeps through your shirt as he meets your gaze, curious and hopeful.