Unspoken Suspicions

Alister's breath hitched as his gaze shifted to the far corner of the room. At first, it seemed like a trick of the dim light, but then he saw them—two glowing silver eyes staring back at him from the darkness. His muscles tensed, and his heart pounded in his chest. Slowly, the eyes moved, gliding toward him, a figure emerging from the darkness.

As the figure stepped forward, Alister's own yellow eyes began to glow with a cold, predator-like intensity. His expression hardened, a glimmer of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

He clenched his fists as he spoke, "What are you doing here... sir?"

The figure paused mid-step, seemingly unfazed by Alister's sharp tone. There was casual amusement in the stranger's voice as they chuckled lightly.

"Yikes, calm down, Alister," the figure said, stepping into the moonlight that spilled through the window.