Monsters, Ghosts, and Knotted Anxiety (слэш)

The darugha spun, air leaving his mouth in a gasp. He found himself pressed against the stone wall, the cold grip of death around his throat. He searched the darkness desperately, and that’s when he saw the eyes.
Gold and glowing, they bored deep into his soul.
In which the poor darugha of Mazandaran bites off a little more than he can chew.