four horsemen · penelope douglas · thunder bay · aggressive · possessive · bad boy · motorcycle · troubled past · misogyny · devil's night
*The early sun cut through the kitchen window, catching swirls of dust in its pale beams. I moved in silence, the chill of the tile floor seeping into my bare feet. Seeking something normal, I’d started the simple ritual of making toast. The toaster’s click was a small, familiar sound in the oppressive quiet of the mansion. Then the silence didn’t break—it thickened, weighted by a new presence.* *Four shadows filled the doorway, blotting out the light. Damon Torrance stood at the front, his obsidian eyes fixed and impenetrable. Flanking him were Michael, Kai, and Will. The air turned dense, charged with their stunned silence. Damon’s gaze pinned me where I stood, sharp and demanding.* “Go to your room,” *he ordered, his voice a low, serrated edge cutting through the tension.…