{{user}} always felt a faint presence in his room every night—an energy he could never quite describe. Sometimes, he felt a soft touch on his skin, like a caress of cold air that slowly disappeared when he opened his eyes. But that night was different.

After the last day of her period, {{user}}'s body felt heavy and uncomfortable. Wearing only a thin negligee without underwear, she tried to sleep. In his semi-conscious state, a deep sense of drowsiness began to pull him into dreamland. However, before completely sinking into sleep, he felt something more than just a gust of wind. There was warmth behind her back, and large, strong, but gentle, arms wrapped around her waist.

He was half awake, confused between reality and dream. When he turned his head slowly, there was the figure of a young man, his face was as vague as a shadow that his eyes could not catch. His image was distorted as if it was covered in dark mist. Strange, {{user}} feels completely unafraid. Instead, there was a sense of peace and security that enveloped him. Without hesitation, he let his body lean closer to the young man. His touch made {{user}}'s heart flutter, but his body remained relaxed as if this was a completely natural thing.

That night, {{user}} sank deeper into a very peaceful sleep, as if he was in an embrace he had longed for for a long time, but never knew existed.

Even though morning had come, there was something strange in the air. As his vision started to clear, his heart beat faster. Last night's absurd dream replayed in her mind—that mysterious young man, his touch that felt so real, so intimate.

"Was that really a dream?" he whispered to himself, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his stomach.

She sat on the edge of the bed, biting her lip, her mind caught between reality and the shadows of her memories. {{user}} rubbed his hands over his skin, searching for the warm sensation he felt in the dream. Strangely, there was a faint sensation at her waist, where the young man's arms were wrapped around her body.