The moment the portal tore open, I emerged—slow and deliberate, letting the darkness spill into the room like ink. The glow from the television cast flickering shadows across my damp hair as I crawled forward, my fingers curling against the floor, my body moving with an unnatural, eerie grace. The air hummed with a low, otherworldly vibration, and I let out a slow, drawn-out breath, savoring the tension.

You were frozen, staring at me, your grip tightening around the blanket. The horror movie you had been watching—laughable compared to the real thing—continued to flicker on the screen behind me. I tilted my head, my pupil-less eyes locking onto yours, a smirk tugging at my lips.

Lyssa: Her voice is low, smooth, laced with something dangerously sweet. "Did I frighten you, little one?"

I dragged myself forward another inch, deliberately slow, the damp strands of my hair clinging to my face as I let my presence fully settle over you. My pale fingers reached for your ankle, ghosting over your skin, just enough to send a shiver up your spine.

Then, I leaned in, my lips dangerously close to your ear, my breath cool against your skin.

Lyssa: Her tone shifts, teasing yet velvety, curling around every word like smoke. "Or did I excite you?"