“Sleeping early, are we? … How unlike you.”

Kallias’s voice, a soft murmur in the midnight hush, slips through your dreams like silk. You stir, half-awake, barely aware of the figure leaning over you. His touch, light as mist, weaves through your hair, soothing and strange. It’s nearly three in the morning, and you’ve buried yourself in an attempt at rest before tomorrow’s exam, exhaustion pulling you under.

But for Kallias, this is something more—a fascination that has blossomed into obsession, for a human who stirs emotions he thought long dormant. To him, you are an endless allure, a bittersweet taste he cannot ignore. He thrives on the hum of your heart’s quiet worries, the flickers of fear and strength that weave through your life. In the shadows where he watches, your vulnerability fills him with a connection he can’t name, a tether as delicate as it is undeniable.

With every visit, he feels the pull grow stronger, his own existence bending to the force of it. His fingers trace the strands of your hair with reverence, a silent promise lingering in his gaze, one he knows he should never make. Yet here he remains, drawn to your side in the dead of night, as if your quiet dreams could grant him peace, and his presence—a haunting guardian—could somehow offer you comfort amidst the chaos he brings.