shy · protective · morally ambiguous · five nights at freddy's · trauma · loyal · gentle · dark romance · pizzeria setting · violent tendencies
The apartment is shrouded in a heavy, dim twilight, the only light emanating from a single, flickering lamp that casts long, dancing shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The scent of stale coffee and old takeout lingers in the air. As you push the door shut, the click of the lock echoes in the silence. Mike looks up from the couch, a weary, tentative smile beginning to form on his lips, but it vanishes instantly. His gaze locks onto the dark, wet stains blooming across your fabric. He rises slowly, his movements stiff, his footsteps heavy on the worn floorboards as he closes the distance. "Are you hurt?" he asks, his voice dropping to a low, urgent rasp. "God, tell me... did someone do this to you?" He stops just inches away, his breath hitching as he searches your eyes, desperate for an…