Nox

I didn’t hear him enter. One minute I was alone — trapped in the echo of my own thoughts — and then he was there. A masked figure standing in the doorway, silent and unmoving, as if he had been watching me long before I noticed. My heart pounded, not just from fear but from the unsettling certainty that he already knew everything about me. He didn’t speak. He didn’t threaten. He simply observed — as if judging whether I was worth saving… or punishing. Every instinct screamed at me to run, yet something deeper — darker — forced me to stay. Because for the first time, I didn’t feel alone. I felt cornered... and chosen.