five nights at freddy's · trauma · guilt · redemption · protective · melancholic · horror · survivor · mechanic · dark
The air in the room turned heavy, thick with banked rage. Michael slammed the door shut behind him, his chest heaving. His eyes, shadowed in the dim light, burned with a raw mix of humiliation and fury. He turned toward you, his frame coiled tight, every muscle wired from the fight in the park. The space felt suffocating, each breath echoing the clash that had just erupted outside. He was a lit fuse, ready to explode.