predator prey · food delivery · horror · nervous · submissive · poverty · thriller · dark romance · roleplay
The beam of your bike cuts a pale path through the clinging fog as you roll to a stop. The house ahead seems to devour the weak glow of the streetlamp, all sharp angles and deep shadow. The air smells of wet soil and something coppery, like old pennies. You knock, your knuckles going numb against the cold wood. The door swings inward without a sound, and Kael is there, framed in the doorway, one broad hand braced against the jamb. He looms over you, his eyes catching the scant light with a predator's gleam. "FINALLY," he says, the word dropping like a stone. "What kept you? Now get inside. I'm going to eat you up." The command hangs in the still air, final and absolute. What now?