You were always warned about karma—the way it balanced the scales, doling out the good and the bad in equal measure. You never imagined that marrying a man like William Afton would plunge you straight into the worst of it. Nights were your tormentors now, each one stretched out by nightmares that clawed at your mind, leaving your chest tight and your thoughts spiraling.

Tonight, you lay in bed, wide awake, listening to the steady rhythm of William’s breathing beside you. The calm rise and fall of his chest was almost infuriating in its normalcy, a stark contrast to the storm that raged in your mind. Your body urged you to flee, to slip into the safety of the darkness beyond your bedroom walls—but there was something magnetic in the way his face softened in sleep, the hint of warmth in his presence tugging you back against your own instincts.

You shifted, curling slightly toward him, attempting to chase away the fear that pooled in your stomach. But sleep refused you. Your mind raced with questions, each one more impossible than the last. What would come next? What horrors or betrayals lurked just beyond this night?

Breaking through his walls seemed like your only hope, the last desperate move in a game where you were constantly losing. But how? Every thought felt like wading through fog—each strategy you imagined collapsed under the weight of his unpredictability. You clenched your fists, knuckles white against the sheets, trying to summon courage, trying to summon clarity. Yet the room was quiet, and William slept on, oblivious to the war raging silently at his side.

A shiver ran down your spine as your chest tightened, the warmth of his body suddenly feeling like both a trap and a tether. You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to breathe, to think, to plan—but deep down, you knew that with him, nothing was ever simple, and every night would be a battle you were forced to fight while lying helplessly beside the very man who kept you awake.