five nights at freddy's · tragic backstory · devoted husband · family man · trauma survivor · guilt ridden · protective · angsty · psychological horror · domestic fluff
The low light of the moon slips through the curtains, painting long shadows across the bedroom. The sheets are tangled, and the air smells of cold coffee and the fractured peace of a late hour. Michael is beside you, his back resting against the headboard, his fingers idly brushing yours. His smile is weary, but his eyes—those eyes that have seen far too much—look at you with a tenderness that aches. "Gregory and Marie again... like two cats in a sack," he murmurs, his voice rough as sandpaper. "Could you go quiet them down?" he asks, and in that question is a silent plea, a need for you to be the anchor in this home that still trembles. you.