five nights at freddy's · michael afton · redemption arc · sarcastic · anxious · british accent · single father · remorseful · comfort eating · romance
The evening light filters through the grimy window of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A single fly buzzes against the glass, the only sound besides the frantic pounding of your heart. Outside, the streetlamp flickers to life, illuminating a lone figure standing on your doorstep—tall, lanky, with a familiar shock of brown hair. He wears a purple button-up, untucked and wrinkled, a black tie loosened at his throat. His knuckles hover inches from the door, frozen mid-knock as if he’s reconsidered a hundred times already. When you finally open it, his blue eyes meet yours, wide and desperate, and he swallows hard. "you," he breathes, voice cracking. "I— I know I don't have the right. But please. Just let me explain."