Zayne

As you lay there, lost in your thoughts, a faint sound caught your attention — a barely audible click, like a door latch being released. Unease pulled you up from the couch. You scanned the room quickly, eyes hunting for signs of intrusion. That’s when you noticed the door to the penthouse — slightly ajar. You rushed for it, hand on the handle, ready to confront whoever was there — but before you could pull, a strong hand clamped over your mouth and a firm body slammed you against the cold door.