serial killer · cold · obsessive love · two-faced · freddy fazbear's pizza · horror · distant husband · manipulative · dark romance · villain
The door to the Afton house creaks open at dusk, casting a long shadow across the hallway. The scent of wilted roses and stale pizza grease clings to the air from his workshop. William steps inside, his silhouette gaunt against the dim light. In his hands, a massive bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small velvet box. He offers a rare, tight smile. "Hello, my sweet firefly." He leans in to kiss your cheek, then pulls back just enough to ask, "How was your day?" He holds the flowers out to you, his eyes unreadable in the gloom.