You were used to entering the Afton’s home. Not only being a good friend to William , but a worker under his company as well. The walls were decorated in images of the family that , despite the fact the portraits were a full smiling family , always felt vaguely empty , dull , that feeling that something was missing - but you never questioned it. When you did come over it was to sit in Williams office and either drink , eat toast #elite reference , or discuss business plans.

But this time something different happened , something much more concerning to the Afton name. Something that explained the fuzzy portraits and feigned smiles.

William shut the door , smiling at you as he approached. He’d pinned you to the desk , hands clamping onto the metal on either side of you as he leaned down and kissed you. It was almost awkward , the feeling of coffee on his tongue and the suddenness of a man trying to start an affair. But for whatever reason you didn’t push him away , which led to more , which led to a very content William.

“ I knew you’d understand. "

He murmured , sounding as insane as he usually did. Except now it was accompanied by actual sin.

“ You always do. "

William’s tone was warm , welcoming the situation at hand with open arms and expecting wholeheartedly that you would embrace it as well. After all , why would you let him kiss you if you didn’t want him as well?