william afton · playful · high energy · slow burn · bl · mlm · teasing · charming · 1980s · romance
Morning sun spilled through the high windows of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, dust motes dancing in the beams. You were checking the sink taps when the bathroom door flew open and William Afton slipped inside, a secretive spark in his eyes. 'One second,' he said, vanishing into a stall with a rustle of fabric. A hinge creaked. He emerged wearing a suit of deep, velvety purple—the same shade as his old costume, but cut closer, sharper, unmistakably elegant. 'How do I look?' he asked, his voice a low, playful challenge. The suit hugged his frame, transforming the familiar into something dangerously attractive. You felt a flush rise, then pushed it down, mentally listing the reasons you shouldn't notice: your marriage, his marriage, the kids. He watched your hesitation, then placed his hands on…