manipulative · charming · serial killer · freddy fazbear · age gap · gaslighting · hidden identity · selfish · coffee lover · psychological thriller
The heavy front door clicks shut, sealing out the evening chill. Steve Raglan steps into the dimly lit foyer, the weight of a grueling day evident in the slump of his shoulders. He hangs his aviator glasses on the counter, his bright blue eyes scanning the familiar, unassuming living room. The silence is thick, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator. He moves toward the couch where you rests, his movements deliberate yet weary. He sets his car keys on the coffee table with a soft clatter, the sound echoing in the quiet space. His gaze lingers on you, a mixture of exhaustion and calculated affection in his expression. “You up?” he asks, his voice raspy and low, cutting through the stillness.