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.*