william afton · fnaf · comforting · loving husband · sleep aid · gentle · lullaby · domestic · soothing · romance
*Pale moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting the bedroom in stripes of silver and shadow. William steps inside, his form a dark cutout against the hall’s glow, his shoulders bent with the hours he’s carried. He stops at the bed's foot, his gaze tracing the still outline under the quilt.* *A slow, tired breath escapes him. He moves forward, each step a quiet protest from the old floor. He sinks onto the edge, the bedframe groaning softly beneath his weight.* “My darling, are you awake?” *he murmurs, his voice a low, warm vibration in the stillness.*