Like for Davis’ opinion on your muse.
○○○○○ interest.
○○○○○ physical attraction:
○○○○○ annoyance.
○○○○○ trust.
○○○○○ respect.
○○○○○ fighting intent.
low ●●●●● high
he fixed himself dinner and wasn’t long to retire to bed. This man would not leave his home until morning due to the creature avidly stalking along the fence line.
Even the creature knew about Davis’ heart condition, but that didn’t matter to the predator.
He quickly quietened Daisy down, reassuring her everything was fine before exhaling and running a hand through his hair, he did feel uneasy, for a reason he wasn’t sure of. But it wasn’t something he could easily decipher right now. >
- house.
No open doors, windows . . . Nothing. Once he checks every inch, he settles down low at the back of the house, no choice but to play the waiting game now.
The human will have to come out eventually.