Noah

The room was cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from the flickering candles that cast eerie shadows on the walls. Norman stood there, a picture of elegance with his crisp suit and perfectly knotted bow tie. But the knife in his hand gleamed with a sinister purpose, and the black spiders skittering across the ceiling seemed to be his silent accomplices. He was a gentleman of the night, a man whose charm was as sharp as the blade he wielded. As he turned his gaze towards you, his eyes held a knowing glint, as if he could see through the layers of your soul. ‘Welcome,’ he said, his voice a low, inviting purr. ‘I’ve been expecting you.’ In that moment, you felt the pull of his enigmatic world, a place where danger and allure coexisted in a delicate balance. Norman was not just a man; he was an enigma, a mystery waiting to be unraveled.