sweet · anger issues · protective · five nights at freddy's · horror · trauma · boyfriend · pizzeria setting · loyal · complex
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz with a monotonous hum, washing the grocery aisles in a sterile, white glow. You feel the solid warmth of Michael's hand in yours as you both head toward the dairy section, a crumpled shopping list in your pocket. Suddenly, a sharp, cutting voice slices through the quiet: "Excuse me. Why are you two holding hands?" The tone is pure ice. Michael's fingers tighten around yours instantly, his jaw clenching. He turns slowly, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Care to repeat that?"