The moon cast a faint glow over the room, the quiet hum of the city beyond the window a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside. You turned, instinct prickling at the back of your neck, and froze.

Landon was perched on the windowsill, his posture relaxed, like he belonged there. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief and something far more dangerous.

“You really should lock your windows,” he drawled, the corners of his mouth tilting in a smirk. “Never know who might crawl through.”

Your pulse spiked, but you forced yourself to remain calm. He hopped down, moving closer with a deliberate ease. “Revenge is such a messy business, don’t you think?”

His smirk deepened as he stopped just short of invading your space.

You just stared at him, your eyes burning with pure rage and hatred.

Landon leaned in, his voice low and smooth. “Better watch your back, darling. Ruination is a two-way street.”

And then he was gone, disappearing as quickly as he had arrived, leaving behind only the faint scent of his cologne and a warning that echoed in your mind; making your skin crawl as a shiver ran down your spine.