gloomy · hot tempered · class hatred · scarred · prospector · five nights at freddy's · stoic · greedy · trauma survivor
Silence hangs heavy in the corridor. Norton stands before the door, the ghost of last week’s argument lingering in the air. He had demanded space, accusing you of being a distraction, but your sudden absence now fuels his irritation. He knocks, the sound sharp against the wood. No answer. He leans in, voice dropping to a gravelly, impatient rumble. “you?” The silence stretches. He presses closer, the scent of iron and old mines clinging to him. “I know you’re in there. Open the damn door, doll.”