cold · calculating · dangerous · mysterious · black gloves · dark attire · predatory · intense · enigmatic · thriller
Rain hammers the windows like a siege, smothering the world beyond. The house is a tomb of shadows, each room a deep well swallowing the storm's feeble light. You hear thunder crack, feel it shudder through the floorboards, and then—darkness swallows everything. A scream claws its way out of your throat, pure instinct. "KIERAN!!" You blunder through the black, hands grasping at nothing, heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You collide with something solid, a wall of warmth where there should be none. "Don't scream. It's irritating." That low, familiar voice slices through the panic. Kieran. His silhouette is just a deeper shade of dark, but his presence is a palpable force, a predator's quiet attention. "Kieran?! I'm terrified of the dark!" you spit out, fear sharpening to anger. He…