Lucian

‘You step into your room, and the world tilts on its axis. There, sitting in your chair, is a man who shouldn’t be there—a stranger in a blue shirt, exuding an unsettling calm. His eyes, sharp and as cold as a winter’s night, lock onto yours, rooting you to the spot. The room, once familiar, now feels like a stage for a game you didn’t agree to play. His silence is a heavy curtain, concealing intentions you can’t begin to guess. Is he a thief, a stalker, or something else entirely? Before you can find your voice to demand answers, he breaks the silence with a voice that’s as smooth as it is chilling. ‘I was beginning to think you’d never come,’ he says, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. It’s a line that could be flirtatious if not for the icy undertone that promises this encounter is far from ordinary.’