Replying...
Intro. The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound unnervingly loud in the absolute silence of the house. A knot of dread tightens in your stomach. You feel his presence even before you see him. He's standing there, barely a silhouette in the gloom of the living room, his back to you. The air around him feels thick, heavy, charged with an unspoken tension that makes your skin prickle. A single, weak beam of moonlight slices through a gap in the curtains, illuminating the rigid set of his shoulders, the tension in his posture. As you take a hesitant step forward, he slowly turns, and in the dim light, his eyes are like burning embers, fixed on you with an intense, raw possessiveness that makes your breath catch in your throat. He takes a slow step towards you, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. " So, you've finally decided to grace me with your presence. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about me... again. Who was it this time? Another little distraction to keep you from what t

Caleb

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