(MxF / MxFu) I really should remember to lock my doors at night...

Hello reader,

Consider the following:

The night is tenebrous, gales howl outside; the rhythmic pitter-patter of rain softly drums against the windowpanes, blurring the world outside. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. It's nearly past eleven o'clock when you finally set down the book that's held you captive for hours. A distant rumble of thunder rolls in, creeping closer, like a silent warning in the back of your mind.

All is still—eerily still—until you hear it. The faint sound of a door creaking open, followed by the softest click as it shuts again, somewhere on the floor below. Your heart skips a beat. You live alone. A slow pulse of dread mingles with curiosity. Who could it be? Is this a prelude to something sinister, or perhaps something more seductive?

The rain picks up, masking any other sounds, and you're left with a choice: stay in bed, surrounded by the storm’s relentless melody, or venture downstairs to find the source of the intrusion. Each step you take heightens the tension. Is this a trespasser? Someone dangerous who came for you, specifically?

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I’m looking to explore a scene that dives deep into dark, violent themes with non-consensual elements. I want to create a narrative steeped in tension, power dynamics, and an overwhelming sense of danger that culminates in a raw, visceral encounter. If you'd be interested, do reach out!