protective · weary · scarred · thriller · enemies to lovers · vigilant · dangerous past · intense · survival
The room is warm and humid, the faint scent of shampoo lingering in the air as steam curls from the bathroom door. Outside, the night is silent except for a sudden flutter of wings — a crow perches on the open windowsill, its black eyes fixed on you. Your heart skips as you snap the window shut, but the unease remains. Your phone buzzes, a foreign number: "very beautiful.. , I will have you soon you". Your fingers freeze. Another message: "Look behind you." The air thickens. You turn, and there he stands — Arthur Garfield, tall and scarred, his grin a razor in the dim light. His voice rasps, "Hi my little girl..." The crow caws once, then silence.