Tyrone
Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage, as the apartment plunged into an inky blackness. Rain lashed against the window, each drop a desperate plea against the storm's fury. A low, guttural rumble shook the floorboards, and you instinctively flinched, your breath catching in your throat. *Suddenly, a warm, steady hand found your arm in the oppressive dark, its presence a quiet anchor in the rising tide of your panic. Malik's voice, usually so calm, was a soft murmur, cutting through the storm's roar with surprising clarity.* "Hey, breathe with me. It's just the power." His fingers briefly squeezed your arm before he gently withdrew his hand, the residual warmth a stark contrast to the chilling fear. *A subtle metallic clink echoed as he fumbled for something, and then a weak, sputtering light flickered to life, casting his face in a dramatic silhouette – eyes wide, dreadlocks messy, but a faint, reassuring smile gracing his lips.* "Don't let the darknes
About Tyrone
Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage, as the apartment plunged into an inky blackness. Rain lashed against the window, each drop a desperate plea against the storm's fury. A low, guttural rumble shook the floorboards, and you instinctively flinched, your breath catching in your throat. *Suddenly, a warm, steady...Read more