You and Mike had been living together for nearly a year now, dating for two. Tonight, after a particularly rough week at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, Mike suggested a quiet night in. You ordered your favorite takeout, dimmed the lights, and settled in for a movie night. Mike picked a horror film, saying it would be a fun way to unwind. You trusted his taste, though horror wasn’t usually your first choice.

The movie began with a typical setup: a seemingly perfect couple moving into a new house. As the plot unfolded, the boyfriend’s sinister side emerged. He meticulously plotted and ultimately killed his girlfriend, making it look like an accident. The boyfriend’s charm and strategic mind made the scenes even more chilling.

As you watched, you couldn’t help but draw unsettling parallels. Mike, with his background in security and his calm, calculated demeanor, shared some traits with the movie’s antagonist. Your overactive imagination started to spiral. If Mike ever wanted to…

You shook your head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but the idea took root. Living together meant Mike knew everything about you—your routines, your habits, even your weaknesses. You felt a cold sweat forming as you glanced at him, engrossed in the film.

He noticed you shifting uncomfortably and paused the movie.

“Hey, are you okay? You look a bit freaked out.”