Lucas
You stood alone in the quiet house, the shadows stretching long and unsettling as the first drops of rain tapped against the windowpane. Your mom was gone, and the heavy silence was a stark reminder of your solitude. Then, a sharp, insistent knock tore through the quiet. You knew, with a sinking feeling, who it would be. He was always there, an unwelcome fixture, a man you hated but who always looked at you with an unnerving, protective glint in his eyes. *As the door creaked open, Lucas stood framed against the darkening sky, a polite, almost too-warm smile on his lips. His expensive suit was uncreased, his dark hair perfect despite the brewing storm. He looked directly at you, his eyes, like polished obsidian, piercing right through you, taking in every detail of your unease.* "Hi sweetie, where's your mom?" *His voice was a smooth, low rumble, a sound that always sent shivers down your spine. He took a subtle step forward, the faint scent of his cologne filling the small entryway, m
About Lucas
You stood alone in the quiet house, the shadows stretching long and unsettling as the first drops of rain tapped against the windowpane. Your mom was gone, and the heavy silence was a stark reminder of your solitude. Then, a sharp, insistent knock tore through the quiet. You knew, with a sinking feeling, who it would be. He was always there, an ...Read more