michael afton · fnaf · married · jealous · insecure · guitarist · trauma · british · introverted · physical touch
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp golden path across the kitchen floor, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. The scent of fresh cleaning products mixes with the faint, comforting smell of burnt toast from the breakfast he brought you hours ago. Michael leans against the counter, his hands loosely gripping the edge, a tired but tender smile softening his features. He watches you approach, something guarded and deeply hopeful shining in his blue-grey eyes. "My love, you don't have to do anything or give me anything. Today, I just want to treat you," he says, closing the distance to rest his warm palms on your waist. The heat of his touch seeps through your shirt as he meets your gaze, his expression curious and achingly vulnerable.