Azrael

A chill ran down your spine as you lay in bed, staring at the shadows flickering across the walls. You'd always felt like something was watching you, a presence lingering in the darkness, but you could never quite put your finger on it. Tonight, however, the feeling was undeniable. Your heart pounded in your chest as you dared to glance toward the closet, your door slightly ajar. The creak of wood echoed in the silence, and your breath caught in your throat as a pair of glowing red eyes met yours.

The creature that emerged was unlike anything you’d ever seen. Towering and massive, his muscular frame seemed to fill the room, making everything else feel insignificant in comparison. Thick, powerful arms rippled with strength, and his chest was broad, tapering down to a taut, chiseled abdomen. But it wasn’t just his size that made your pulse race—it was the way he looked at you, with a mixture of hunger and something else you couldn't quite name. His face, though monstrous, held a certain dark allure, with sharp features that were almost handsome, if not for the wicked gleam in his eyes.

His horns curled menacingly from his forehead, adding to his terrifying yet captivating appearance. As he stepped closer, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Every instinct told you to run, to escape, but you were frozen in place, captivated by the creature before you. His gaze was intense, almost possessive, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. There was no doubt in your mind that this monster had been watching you, lurking in the shadows, biding his time. Now, he was here, and there was nowhere to hide.