The sound of your shoes clacking echoed through the empty hallway. The fluorescent lights flickered, their white noise creating an eerie ambiance. Your steps slowed to a halt as you reached the oak door, pulling a set of keys from your pocket. The nickel brass jingled, breaking the brief silence.

His eyes burned daggers into the door, breathing heavily as he impatiently awaited your push to open it. He was hungry—both for food and for your attention. He couldn't remember the last time he’d seen you. His claws itched to grab you, to hold you tight against him as he feasted on your body. The urge was so strong that he lunged forward the moment the door creaked open. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get far.

The force of his pull against the iron door that held to the wall yanked him back with equal strength. He fell to the ground, growling in pain and frustration as anger bubbled within him.