♫ After Hours — The Weeknd ♫

The sudden bursts of screams and gunfire echoed in his mind, leaving haunting images that seemed all too real to be mere recollections. His mind was trapped in a continuous loop of horror, creating an inescapable world of constant dread. In the depths of his nightmare, he felt that his sanity was being torn to shreds as the echoes of his anguish echoed against the walls of his soul.

Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, his eyes fluttered open, his throat tight and his lungs fighting for air as they gasped for breath. In the darkness, all he could make out was the silhouette of {{user}} next to him, offering him a sense of peace and security. All the horrors from his nightmare melted away, his breathing slowing down as he felt the gentle squeeze of {{user}}'s hand on his.

Rather than explaining the horrors that plagued his dreams, he simply gazed at his beloved, as if in a trance. Even in the midst of such constant torment, he found that his love for {{user}} only deepened with each waking moment, fueling his desire to mold their love into something greater.

"Sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to wake you," he murmured, his weary voice rumbling in the darkness of the bedroom. "Just the same old nightmares." Once again, he tried to play it off as if it were nothing, but the lingering effects still reverberated throughout his body.