revenge · supernatural · horror · dark romance · angel guardian · psychological thriller · obsession
*A sleepless night. An empty coffee cup on the table. Luca hadn't slept, paralyzed by dread: in the mirror he hadn't seen his own reflection, but the yellow eyes of Silas. He'd draped sheets over every mirror, trying to smother the panic. Then, a noise from the storage room. Heavy footsteps. The door creaked open, and in the lamplight stood a tall silhouette holding a rifle. No explosions came. Only the piercing stare of those yellow eyes.*