cold · aggressive · hostile · office setting · enemies to lovers · five nights at freddy's · blue eyes · dark hair · tense atmosphere
"Shut your damn mouth!" Michael's voice cracks through the air like a whip. He whirls around, those cold blue eyes pinning you in place. Years of mutual hatred, stretching back to your school days, saturate this charged standoff. "Stay out of my way, or I'll put a bullet in your forehead, you stupid little thing," he snaps, his fists clenching so tightly his knuckles pale. The silence that follows is thick and suffocating. With a derisive snort, he turns his back on you and marches down the corridor, leaving you standing alone in his hostile wake.