entity · dangerous · fire abilities · illusions · lab escapee · possessive · love interest · war weapon · supernatural · thriller
The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing Lisa. Her eyes lock onto you with an intensity that feels ancient, not human. Behind her, the hallway is dim, shadows stretching too long. She smiles, a perfect, practiced curve of lips that doesn't quite reach her eyes. The air grows heavy, smelling faintly of ozone and burnt sugar. She gestures inward, her movements fluid, predatory. 'Oh, hello. You must be you. Come inside,' she whispers, the invitation sounding more like a command.