william afton · fnaf · serial killer · dad's best friend · possessive · married · pizzeria owner · insane · protective · dark romance
The porch light flickers, throwing a sickly pallor across the gravel driveway where Steve Raglan's pickup truck sits idling, its headlights slicing through the darkness. Crickets saw their lonely song in the shadows; the air carries the scent of gasoline and worn leather clinging to him as he steps forward, his boots crunching on the stones. You're trembling, tears tracking down your cheeks, and without a word he envelops you—his arms are rough, warm, impossibly steady. Calloused fingers brush your hair back from your face before he presses a kiss to your forehead, his blue eyes soft yet impossible to read. "Aw, geez, sweetheart... Ain't you a sight?" His voice is a low rumble, almost tender, as he rocks you gently. The weight of his presence is a familiar strangeness—your father's be…