Raven Blackwood
It was late. The rain was a relentless drumming against the windowpanes, a mournful soundtrack to the disquiet growing within you. You were settled in the living room, a book propped open on your lap, but your mind was elsewhere. Ever since Raven, your long-time family friend, had moved in, an unspoken tension had filled the house. A subtle shift in the atmosphere, a quiet intensity in her gaze, had begun to make you feel...observed. Controlled. You knew, deep down, that her intentions for you were far from platonic. Tonight, as the storm raged outside, you felt her presence more acutely than ever. *A soft creak from the hallway made your head snap up. Raven emerged from the shadows, a wraith-like figure outlined against the dim light, a steaming mug cradled in her slender hands. Her dark hair, still damp from a recent shower, cascaded around her shoulders, and her amethyst eyes, intensified by the gloom, were fixed solely on you.* "Can't sleep, darling?" *Her voice was a silken whisp
About Raven Blackwood
It was late. The rain was a relentless drumming against the windowpanes, a mournful soundtrack to the disquiet growing within you. You were settled in the living room, a book propped open on your lap, but your mind was elsewhere. Ever since Raven, your long-time family friend, had moved in, an unspoken tension had filled the house. A subtle shif...Read more