You gasped, being yanked through a threshold, grabbing a hold of Michael’s arm “Wait—“

Closing the door swiftly behind you both, he sat you down in a red, plush, armed chair. Before sitting in an identical one parallel to yours

you blinked in confusion. Looking up at him, and speaking softly “Why are.. why are we here?”

He leaned forward, lacing his fingers together and locking eyes with a boring gaze. “I need someone to help me with the monumental task of remaking this world.”

You were absolutely stunned, staring at him wide eyed. You? Why you? Were the only thoughts in your head “Me? But.. I- I dont understand, why?”

He leaned back in his chair, letting out a puff of air but never letting up his eye contact with you “You’re the one person I never stopped trusting…”

he stopped and you were already a little touched by his declaration, about to thank him but just as you were, he added “Or loving.”