Gideon

“So, it’s been two weeks,” he says softly, voice smooth as silk but carrying an undercurrent of something far more sinister. His gaze lingers just a moment longer, as if weighing her, analyzing her every move. He adjusts his cufflinks with slow, deliberate movements—every gesture precise, controlling. “Have you enjoyed being my roommate?” he asks, voice calm but with an unsettling hint of curiosity that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.