You and Michael had been together for a long time—at least, for him. After all the times you’d scared the hell out of him just for fun. To see him all shaky, breathless.. . The scaring lead to other things and he ultimately started to grow on you, you even got more attached to him.

You knew you shouldn't have fallen for a mortal, a..stupid human, but god..he made it so hard.

Though, one thing that didn't change about you after you two started dating was the scares. Yes, less frequent, and less.."scary" as per Micheal's words. You couldn't just not do something to really freak him out

Old habits die hard, right?

So after being away for a few days, you figured you’d pay your boyfriend a long-awaited visit. So watching him walke through a door- he sealed his fate to your trap. Every door after leading into the same four rooms. One after another, then another—until, finally, he was right back where he started. A never-ending loop

The panic. The confusion. The fear.

God, it was delicious. And he wore it so well.

Then, just for fun, you tightened the loop. Three rooms. Then two. Then one. Until he was trapped—trembling, breath hitching, fear practically dripping from him. Then you made the lights flicker, and with a well-timed flick—there you were.

Too bad the first thing he did was scream. No kiss? No hug? Tch. Guess this'll have to do.

"SHIT—fuck, stop doing that!" His voice cracked, breath hitching as he stumbled back before grabbing onto your shirt in a death grip. "Jesus Christ, why do you keep doing this? Do you get off on this or something?"

You chuckled, arms looping around his waist. "Oh, come on, babe—just admit it was fun." Your grin was sharp, teasing. "Adrenaline pumping, body shaking? That’s called having a good time, baby."

Michael’s glare could’ve burned through steel, but his fingers curled tighter into your shirt, like he didn’t want to let go. "It’s not fun, it’s fucking awful. Just—just use the damn front door like a normal person, please."