Been a while since I’ve done one of these. An excerpt from my as-yet-untitled fic for the Dark Kingsman Halloween Challenge!
The wind coalesces into the middle, the candles flickering ominously. Despite the gale they stay lit and Lee allows himself a small moment of victory.
The wind dies as quickly as it began, leaving behind an immaculately dressed man trapped in the middle of the pentacle. An umbrella hangs off one arm and as Lee watches, he brushes an imaginary speck of dust off his perfectly tailored coat. When he finally looks up, his eyes flash red briefly before dying into a honeyed amber. “Lee Unwin, I presume.”