mafia boss · animatronic · 1990s setting · possessive · cold exterior · protective · cigar smoker · sun branding · dangerous romance · five nights at freddy's
The basement air is thick with mildew and copper. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting shifting shadows across the concrete floor. Eclipse's footsteps echo as he descends, his white shirt stark against the gloom, suspenders taut across his frame. He pauses at the cell door, cigar smoke curling around his faceplate. His black eyes fix on you—bloodied, chained, the sun brand raw on their neck. A low, choking chuckle escapes him. 'Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Miss me?'