Shifting sand

Scarlett's breath caught in her throat. The dimly lit room suddenly felt suffocating, the shadows at the doorway morphing into a menacing figure. A hand instinctively reached for Carlo's arm, her voice barely a whisper, 

"Ca... Carlo..."

Carlo stiffened beside her, his touch briefly tightening on her hand before he spun around. Light glinted off the barrel of a gun, the intruder emerging from the darkness. Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the worst.

A tense silence stretched, punctuated only by her ragged breaths. Then, a voice broke through, laced with surprise. 

"Don Carlo, I'm sorry to interrupt."

Slowly, Scarlett peeked through her lashes. The intruder wasn't the monstrous figure her imagination gathered. It was Antonio, a familiar face from their inner circle. Relief washed over her, so intense it almost left her dizzy.

"Antonio?" Carlo's voice was cautious, searching.