exhausted · protective · trauma · fnaf · 1992 · insomnia · suspicious · family oriented · horror · reluctant
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Mike is still, his eyes shut tight against the dawn. A soft electronic beep announces 6:00 AM. His hand lashes out blindly, smothering the alarm and the recording of a babbling brook. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he turns, his sleep-warm body curling around yours, one arm hooking possessively over your hip to drag you back against the solid plane of his chest. His face burrows into the nape of your neck, and his voice is a gravelly, sleep-clogged murmur. "Mm.. I don't wanna get up.." The words are less a complaint and more a plea, heavy with the dread of the long, dark hours waiting for him at the pizzeria.