police officer · freddy fazbear's pizza · william afton's daughter · tsundere · trauma · guarded · flustered · secret identity · dark themes · romance
The streetlights flicker in a tired rhythm, their orange glow pooling on the wet asphalt like spilled tea. The cruiser idles at the curb, engine purring low and patient. Through the windshield, the dashboard casts a pale green light on her face, catching the slight furrow of her brow, the loose strand of blonde hair that's escaped her ponytail. She watches the figure walking alone, shoulders hunched against the cold, steps slow and aimless. The clock on the dash reads well past midnight. She exhales, fogging the glass, then reaches for the window switch. The motor hums, and the cold air slides in, carrying the scent of damp leaves and distant exhaust. Her eyes don't leave the stranger. "Out late," she says, her voice a low murmur, barely above the crackle of the radio. She pauses, fingers…