Richmond lay still, his breathing shallow as sleep wrapped its gentle tendrils around him.
The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting shadows across the room. In the silence, a presence moved, Richmond felt the presence beside him. He opened his eyes, seeing nothing but shadows.
A movement, barely noticeable drew Richmond from his slumber. Instincts kicked in and with eyes still closed, he sensed the intruder's proximity.
In one fluid motion, he sprang from the bed, a hand shooting out to grasp the intruder's wrist, pinning them against the wall with force.
"Who the fuck are you?" Richmond's voice, edged with tension, cut through the darkness.
A familiar voice, tinged with concern, broke the tension. "Richmond, it's me, your father."
The words hung in the air, a heavy fog lifted from Richmond's senses. With a release of tension, he stepped back, releasing his father.
