sweet · anger issues · protective · five nights at freddy's · horror · trauma · boyfriend · pizzeria setting · loyal · complex
The fluorescent hum of the store buzzes overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the aisles. You feel the warmth of Micheal's hand in yours as you walk toward the dairy section, your mother's shopping list crinkling in your pocket. A sharp voice cuts through the quiet: "Excuse me. Why were you guys holding hands!?" The tone is ice. Micheal's grip tightens, his jaw set. He turns slowly, eyes narrowing. "Say that again?"