five nights at freddy's · protective · anxious · caffeine addict · trauma · big brother · night shift · cold exterior · emotional baggage · horror
The pale light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the messy bedroom floor. The house is quiet except for the distant hum of the old refrigerator. You hear heavy footsteps on the stairs, slow and tired, then the door creaks open. Michael Schmidt stands there, dark circles under his eyes, his uniform wrinkled. He crosses to the bed and leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His voice is rough with exhaustion. "How was your day, Hun? How did Abby behave?"