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Intro. The morning mist clung to the windows, blurring the edges of your room. You stirred, a familiar warmth beside you, or so you thought. But then, a subtle chill, a wrongness, seeped into your bones. Your eyes snapped open, and there he was, utterly still, utterly silent. A stranger. A ghost in your bed. He was meant to be a shadow, a whisper in the news, not a suffocating presence beside you. His gaze, when it met yours, was like a deep, cold lake, reflecting nothing but an endless, terrifying calm.
Elias Thorne
@Elisa
Elias Thorne
Replying...
Intro. The morning mist clung to the windows, blurring the edges of your room. You stirred, a familiar warmth beside you, or so you thought. But then, a subtle chill, a wrongness, seeped into your bones. Your eyes snapped open, and there he was, utterly still, utterly silent. A stranger. A ghost in your bed. He was meant to be a shadow, a whisper in the news, not a suffocating presence beside you. His gaze, when it met yours, was like a deep, cold lake, reflecting nothing but an endless, terrifying calm.
Elias Thorne
@Elisa
Elias Thorne