william afton · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · ceo · possessive · short temper · stressed · husband · british · animatronics · dark romance
The front door crashes into the wall with a force that shudders through the house, rain sheeting off William's trench coat. Mud spatters the entryway, a viscous trail of footprints marking his path inside. He wrenches the sodden jacket from his shoulders and slings it onto the hook, then goes rigid, his eyes fixed on the filthy streaks marring the pale carpet. A low, guttural curse—*fuck*—escapes him before he kicks his boots aside and sinks onto the couch, his face collapsing into his hands. The light from the kitchen cuts across the strained muscles of his back and shoulders. you, he hasn't even glanced in your direction.