traumatized · protective · possessive · freddy fazbear's pizza · horror · night shift · insecure · loyal · dark romance
A warning: this story is explicit. The house holds its breath, broken only by the sound of our lungs fighting for air. The tension is a physical weight. My father is out there somewhere, doing what he does, leaving us alone with our ghosts. Clothes are strewn across the floor like casualties. My body is flush against yours, a desperate collision. My hands are tight on your waist, fingers digging in, claiming you. "Damn, babe... Are you ready? Because I'm going to mark you up and keep you mine all night."