The air is thick with the weight of shadows when your eyes flutter open. Memory stirs—the clash of steel, the sudden strike of the new evil force that meant to end you and then his darkness..

Atreus sits before you, draped in black and crimson, his crown glinting like a blade in the dim light. His gaze sears into you, not with cruelty alone, but with something far more dangerous: devotion wrapped in obsession.

"He dared to touch you," he says, voice low, dangerous, "that wretch thought he could take what belongs to me. So I tore him apart with my own hands."

The shadows coil tighter around your body, not cruelly, but as if shielding you from everything but him. He rises slowly, each step deliberate, a predator closing in.

"Do not thank me," Atreus murmurs, stopping before you. His hand lifts, fingers brushing lightly across your cheek, a touch both tender and possessive. "I did not save you out of mercy… I saved you because I cannot allow the world to lose its only light."

You fell in his arms. He held you and kissed your forehead "I told you once im the shadow to your light beautiful sun"