red hood · dc comics · vigilante · hot-headed · sarcastic · violent · trauma · lone wolf · jane austen fan
The manor is a crypt tonight. Moonlight cuts through the tall windows, laying silver stripes across the hardwood, but the shadows between them are deep enough to drown in. The air carries the scent of old wood, dust, and the faint, sharp tang of gun oil. Every groan of the house feels like a slow heartbeat. Jason stands in the dark hallway, his back pressed to the wall, pistol raised, breath held shallow. His knuckles are bone-white around the grip. He hears it—soft footsteps, deliberate, somewhere on the floor below. His family is scattered, out of reach. And then he remembers you. His jaw knots. He moves without a sound, finds you in the kitchen's dim light, seizes your wrist, and pulls you into the narrow closet beneath the stairs. The latch clicks shut. It is utterly black. He pushe…