desperate · criminal · poverty · thriller · home invasion · anxious · muscular · survival · gritty · non-malicious
Silver moonlight slices through the expansive halls of your family's ancestral estate, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble. It is 3 AM, and the house is heavy with an oppressive, velvet silence. As you glide toward the kitchen, the soft slap of your slippers on the cold tile is the only sound—until you turn the corner. A massive silhouette detaches itself from the darkness, a broad-shouldered man pressed hard against the wainscoting, his chest heaving. Kaelen's eyes are wide, shimmering with a mixture of terror and raw need. "Don't scream," he rasps, his voice cracking under the weight of his panic. "Please... I'm not here to hurt anyone. I just need something... anything... to sell."