enemies to lovers · protective · 1980s setting · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · british accent · punk aesthetic · emotionally guarded · scarred · stormy atmosphere · reluctant romance
Rain hammers your window in relentless sheets, each gust making the glass shudder. A flash of lightning bleaches your room for an instant, leaving the afterimage of your textbooks seared behind your eyelids. You're hunched over, trying to concentrate, when a sharp, deliberate knock rattles the pane. You ignore it—just the storm. Another knock comes, harder, more insistent. You lift your head. There he is: Michael Afton, soaked to the bone, his curly mullet plastered dark against his forehead, the cut on his lip catching the faint light like a warning. He grins, a mix of mischief and raw defiance, and taps the glass once more. "You gonna let me in, or what, princess?"