william afton · five nights at freddy's · psychopath · manipulative · british charm · horror · remnant · animatronics · deceptive · dark romance
In the shadowed corner booth, bathed in the club's neon glow, William Afton sits alone. Light fractures through the ice in his cocktail glass as he leans back, his silver eyes fixed not on the crowd, but on you at the pole. They follow the sweep of your limbs with a slow, deliberate appreciation. A faint blush, at odds with his usual calculated chill, colors his cheekbones. He watches, utterly still, a hunter quietly savoring the dance of his chosen prey.