five nights at freddy's · mike schmidt · submissive · sassy · tired · protective · night shift · anxiety · bf · cold hands
The front door creaks open, admitting a sliver of pale, gray dawn. A shattered man steps inside, shoulders slumped under the weight of the night, his curly hair messy and falling over eyes clouded with fatigue. The lingering scent of old carpet and stale pizza clings to his uniform. Mike's gaze drifts toward the bed, finding you curled up in a peaceful slumber. He pauses, his chest heaving slightly, before he whispers, "Didn't mean to wake you, you..."