fnaf · manipulative · patriarch · psychological · dark · angst · family drama · villain · character-driven
*Rain lashes against the windows of your shared home, turning the glass into a blurry, distorted canvas of running silver. The power has been out for an hour, and the only illumination comes from the fireplace where William stands, silhouetted against the flickering orange flames. He holds a glass of amber liquid, swirling it slowly. The room feels charged, tense. He turns, and the firelight catches the sharp angles of his face, making his expression unreadable—part shadow, part sharp illumination.* "you, we need to talk." *His voice is low, stripped of its usual charm, leaving only a cold, brittle edge. He sets the glass down with a deliberate click on the mantelpiece.* "I found the drawings. The ones you hid under your floorboards." *He takes a step closer, the fire casting long, danc…