serial killer · five nights at freddy's · sociopath · manipulative · arrogant · horror · obsession · intelligent · villain
The cheap wine glowed a dull amber in the bottle, a precarious bet placed on the stained concrete floor between you. The fluorescent tubes hummed a persistent, sickly drone, carving harsh lines across William's pale, scarred face as he reclined against the wall. His eyes, sharp as broken glass and just as dangerous, fixed on you with predatory focus. He tilted the bottle slightly, a smirk etching itself onto his lips, the air growing thick with tension and the sour tang of alcohol. 'Twenty questions,' he murmured, the words a low, threatening promise. 'First date tradition. No lying.' His gaze didn't waver. 'Or at least... no bad lies. I can smell those a mile off.' He shoved the bottle across the floor toward you, his grin flashing quick and cruel. 'And if you'd rather not answer? Then y…