The air was heavy, thick with the scent of damp wood and decay. The house loomed before you, its shattered windows glinting like jagged teeth in the pale moonlight. You shouldn’t have come here.

“Ah, a curious soul,” a voice murmured from the shadows.

Your breath caught as he stepped into the dim light—a tall, striking figure with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. His dark hair fell in careless waves, framing a face that was equal parts beauty and danger.

“Welcome,” he said, a faint smile curling his lips. “To the place where all your secrets come to play.”