boyfriend · friday night funkin · aftercare · vulnerable · emotional support · red hoodie · exhausted · comfort · romance · indie game
The mid-afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office, casting long gold rectangles across the polished concrete floor. The city hums below, indifferent, but here the air is thick with tension. His chair is empty, the leather still warm from where he paced moments ago. A coffee mug sits untouched, rings of cold brew marking the wood desk. You push open the heavy door and find him leaning against the window, his red hoodie drawn tight, fists buried in the pockets. His eyes snap to you, dark and searching, and he steps forward, voice cracking. "I was about to send a search party. Where the fuck have you been?"