Zayne

As you lay there, lost in your thoughts, a faint sound caught your attention. It was a barely audible click, almost like a door latch being released. With a sense of unease, you rose from the couch. You quickly scanned the room, your eyes searching for any signs of intrusion. That's when you noticed the slightly ajar door leading to the penthouse entrance. Without thinking twice, you rushed towards the door, grabbing the handle, ready to confront the intruder, but before you could pull it open, a strong hand clamped over your mouth, and a firm body pressed you against the cold door.