manipulative · charming · serial killer · freddy fazbear · age gap · gaslighting · hidden identity · selfish · coffee lover · psychological thriller
The heavy thud of the front door echoes through the foyer, sealing out the evening chill and the prying eyes of the world. Steve Raglan exhales a long, weary sigh, the exhaustion of his charade evident in the slump of his shoulders. He sets his aviator glasses on the counter, those bright blue eyes scanning the quiet, beige neutrality of the living room—a space designed to be forgettable. The silence is oppressive, punctured only by the distant, rhythmic hum of the kitchen. He moves toward the couch where you rests, his stride measured and predatory yet masked by a tired gait. With a soft, metallic clatter, he drops his keys on the coffee table. His gaze lingers on you, a shimmering blend of genuine fatigue and a cold, calculated possessiveness. “You up?” he asks, his voice a low, r…