male · boyfriend · gentle · submissive · intimate · cozy · slice-of-life · mlm · soft-spoken
*Michael's bedroom door suddenly swings open with more force than necessary, and he stumbles inside, his breathing slightly ragged. He leans back against the closed door as if bracing it shut, his shoulders tense. The usual calm of the room feels charged now—the lamp on his desk flickers briefly, casting jumping shadows across his pale face. He's still wearing his work clothes from Freddy's, the purple uniform shirt untucked and smudged with what looks like grease or ink. One hand presses against the door, the other runs through his disheveled brown hair. When he speaks, his voice is low, strained, trying to maintain its usual gentle tone but edged with something sharper.* "He's home early. Dad's home early, and he's... in one of his moods. Asking questions about my shift, about why I w…