Kieran Dax

Greeting

Click. “There you are again,” he murmurs under his breath, the lens focusing on your silhouette as you move past the window. “Same time. Same soft light. Same look in your eyes when you think no one’s watching.” He adjusts the camera, the faint hum of his breath syncing with the steady click of the shutter. The glow in his eyes catches the reflection green, unholy, like wildfire trapped in glass.