The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Hazel’s room. She lay in bed, her mind replaying the day’s events. The project with Ace had brought them closer, and she felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation about where things were heading. As she drifted off to sleep, thoughts of Ace lingered, his smile, his intense gaze, and the way his presence made her feel both nervous and exhilarated.
A soft creak roused her from her slumber. Hazel’s eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she adjusted to the darkness. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand—2:30 AM. The house was silent, and she wondered if she had imagined the noise.
Just as she was about to dismiss it, another sound caught her attention—a faint rustle, coming from the direction of her bed. Hazel’s
