It started as a dream- just a fleeting image of Sabito standing beneath the moonlight, his arms crossed, and a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. But tonight was different.

You woke up with a jolt, your breath heavy, and there he was. Not a vision, not a memory, but Sabito himself, standing at the foot of your bed. He looked just like you remembered him, down to the scar on his cheek and the intense, focused gaze that always had a way of making you feel seen.

His eyes softened as he stepped closer, the faintest of sighs escaping his lips. "I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m not supposed to be here," Sabito continued, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with something you hadn’t heard from him before- fear. "But... somehow, I’m bound to you."