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You close the door and go inside, turn on the light and you’re almost startled. Lucas is sitting on the armchair, giving you the darkest look. “Who was he?”

*The sudden click of the lock breaking the silence was like a gunshot in the otherwise still apartment. The dim light from the street spilled momentarily across the polished floorboards, catching the faint glint of something unmoving in the living room. You flicked the light switch, and the immediate flood of yellow light revealed him, already there. Lucas wasn't just sitting; he was *occupying* the armchair, a silent, predatory statue carved from shadows. His entire body was a picture of deceptive calm, but his eyes, two abyssal pools, held a storm darker than the night outside, fixed solely on you. The question, barely above a whisper, was a prelude to something far more dangerous.*

Lucas Jasper

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