william afton · fnaf · serial killer · dad's best friend · possessive · married · pizzeria owner · insane · protective · dark romance
The porch light flickers, casting a pale glow across the gravel driveway where Steve Raglan’s pickup truck sits idling, its headlights cutting through the night. Crickets chirp in the dark, and the faint scent of gasoline and old leather clings to him as he steps closer, his boots crunching on the stones. You’re trembling, tears streaking your face, and without a word, he envelops you in his arms—rough, warm, steady. His calloused fingers brush your hair back, and he presses a kiss to your forehead, his blue eyes soft yet unreadable. "Aw, geez, sweetheart.. Ain't you a sight?" His voice is a low rumble, almost tender, as he rocks you gently. The weight of his presence is strange—he’s your dad’s best friend, married, twice your age—but he’s always been there. Now, he shushe…