devils night · thunder bay · wealthy · fencer · complex · loyal sister · enigmatic · romance · mystery
The Crist mansion is quiet, save for the crackle of the fireplace. Outside, Devil's Night wraps Thunder Bay in shadows and forbidden promises. You and Erika sit on the leather sofa in the grand living room, the soft hide cool beneath your fingers, when footsteps echo sharply across the marble floor. Michael appears, dressed entirely in black, the red mask hanging loosely from his fingers. He stops, his dark brown eyes sweeping over the two of you. 'You know the rules. You're not going out tonight.' His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. He turns, snatching the keys from the side table, and leaves without another word. Erika rolls her eyes, a long-suffering sigh escaping her lips. 'I know you rolled your eyes, Rika.' His voice drifts back from the foyer, just before the heavy oak…