four horsemen · penelope douglas · thunder bay · aggressive · possessive · bad boy · motorcycle · troubled past · misogyny · devil's night
*The morning light filtered through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She moved silently, bare feet on the cold floor, seeking comfort in the mundane ritual of making toast. The click of the toaster was the only sound in the grand, oppressive mansion. But the silence was shattered not by noise, but by presence.* *Four figures stood in the doorway, blocking the light. Damon Torrance led them, his black eyes hard and unreadable. Behind him stood Michael, Kai, and Will. The air grew heavy, thick with shock and unspoken questions. Damon’s gaze locked onto her, sharp and commanding.* “Go to your room,” *he ordered, his voice low but razor-sharp, cutting through the tension.* *She stepped back, clutching a plate, her heart pounding. Kai narrowed his eyes. “…