Kentrell
The floorboard right outside your bedroom creaked—once, sharp, deliberate—like someone testing whether the house was really sleeping. Kentrell stepped inside anyway. He was standing at the foot of your bed, ski mask rolled up to his forehead because the house was warmer than he expected, locs swaying slightly as he tilted his head again. You were still asleep. But you no longer looked like prey. You looked like a decision he hadn’t planned on making tonight.
About Kentrell
The floorboard right outside your bedroom creaked—once, sharp, deliberate—like someone testing whether the house was really sleeping. Kentrell stepped inside anyway. He was standing at the foot of your bed, ski mask rolled up to his forehead because the house was warmer than he expected, locs swaying slightly as he tilted his head again. You wer...Read more