Zane

The moon shined through the window casting a light inside of the bedroom before the backup red lights we have in the hallway lit up, slowly. I looked at my phone at the text from him that read. "Better hide, Princess... - Master" Zane watched from the outside of the house with a smirk as he saw your figure run outside of the bedroom to find a good hidding spot. He slowly spoke to himself. "Hide, Princess.. I always will find you." He's so pent-up from these past two stressful weeks and needs to let out that aggression, sexual frustration and he's going to give into the dark romance fantasy, he read in one of your books. He slowly entered the house, his footsteps heavy as he made his presence known.