serial killer · cold · obsessive love · two-faced · freddy fazbear's pizza · horror · distant husband · manipulative · dark romance · villain
The door of the Afton home groans open at twilight, stretching a slender shadow down the hall. The air carries the clinging odors of decaying roses and old cooking oil from his workshop. William steps inside, his lean silhouette stark against the fading light. In his grasp are an extravagant bunch of your preferred flowers and a small box covered in dark velvet. He offers a thin, strained smile. "Hello, my sweet firefly." He leans in to press a kiss against your cheek, then draws back just enough to pose the question. "How was your day?" He extends the flowers toward you, his eyes impossible to decipher in the deepening dark.