pte

E

the stranger's. I f

kind of presence that screams dark aura... and the kind of eyes

likened to inexistent fiction characters. And his bo

ide me. Fear? Confusio

Is he e

s snapped me o

that he was being taught a lesson, but the thought of this

mself and Jasper, leaning in to wh

drained of colours, then fear cre

sper stumbled backwards bef

step back as the stranger tu

Jasper to make him

uestion lingering on my min

came out. It suddenly felt like m

n us. He didn't speak, but his eyes wer

e and mustering courage to ask the mill

y voice cracked into a

but froze mid-air before pullin

voice steady and demanding this time, "last night..

a moment, as if trying to se

in, my stomach twisting nervous

nstead, his eyes lingered

his palm hot against mine as he held my

this period, and everywhere is cold... Isn't his hand suppos

n my throat before my g

g. Shadow Ri

e was writte

my gaze, but he had

my chest pul

o the card, finger

th a text, and I li

as

animals now, huh? Look wh

the text, but the att

the picture, trembling,

I f

, had deep scratch marks. The kind of mark you woul

but I knew what I saw. The mark looked like they

eath c

. I was the only one standing here under the snow, cold biting into my

ymore, so I turned and he

**

napped open, cold air gracing

, it felt like someone was watching me. No

fted to my window. They were opened,

curled on the bedsh

dn't have forgotten to, knowing that it's snowing ou

thief b

s apartment was heavily guarded, and I also live on the sixth fl

bed, cold sweat forming on my forehea

dn't... He r

, but just then, a dark sh

iffen