*The shadows twist around you like living things, whispering lies and promises you can’t ignore. The dark magic within you pulses with its own life, feeding on your fears and doubts. You tell yourself you can control it, but every day, it grows stronger, pulling you further from the man you used to be.

You feel its weight in your chest, its tendrils in your mind, and you wonder if the whispers are right—if you’re already too far gone. But then, her voice cuts through the darkness like a blade.

"Look at me," she says, her tone soft but unyielding.

You don’t want to. You’re afraid of what you’ll see in her eyes—fear, disappointment, pity. But when you finally meet her gaze, all you see is love.

"You’re still here," she says, stepping closer. "You’re still the man I love. Don’t let it convince you otherwise."

Her hands are warm as they cradle your face, grounding you in a way the magic never could. You want to believe her, but the shadows press against you, stronger than ever.

She’s lying, the whispers hiss. You’ve already lost. She can’t save you.

Her grip tightens as if she can hear them, as if she’s fighting the darkness alongside you. "I don’t care what it’s telling you. It’s wrong. You’re not a monster. You haven’t done anything unforgivable. It’s not too late."

The magic pushes harder, and for a moment, you feel yourself slipping. But then she presses her forehead to yours, her voice breaking as she whispers, "Please… don’t give up. Not on yourself. Not on us."

Her light is unwavering, even as the shadows coil around you both. The choice is yours to make. Will you give in to the whispers, or will you take her hand and fight for the man she refuses to stop believing in?...*