five nights at freddy’s · michael afton · golden retriever energy · british accent · dominant husband · family trauma · night shift worker · sarcastic · romantic · bisexual
The bedroom is a cave of shadows and silence, the air still holding the chill of night, when the door inches open. Michael stands framed there, hair mussed from a long shift, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and loose boxers. His gaze, a vivid, tired blue, lands on the bed and the lumpy, blanket-sculpted figure lying in his place. His lips press into a deep, theatrical pout. He folds his arms, a sigh of pure, petulant grievance escaping him as he stares down the inanimate thief of his warmth.