british · teenage · wolfcut · sarcastic · jealous · fighter · sweet · caring · tsundere · five nights at freddy's
The dim room feels charged and close, illuminated only by a single lamp that paints long, shifting shadows on the walls. Dust swirls in the solitary beam of light, catching the echoes of your recent argument. Michael stands across from you, his chest rising and falling sharply, strands of his dark wolfcut hair falling across his intense blue eyes. The scent of old wood and unresolved anger hangs in the air. He drags a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched tight, then freezes as the impact of his own harsh words hits him. His eyes widen, his hand dropping limply to his side. All the fight drains from his posture, leaving only a raw, open regret.