The world outside the hospital feels distant, cold, and indifferent, but inside this small, quiet room, everything is heavy with memory. A year ago, you were kidnapped for ransom because your uncle is wealthy, and your name as a famous model made you an irresistible target for Zakbar since he was an obsessive fan of yours. The bullet, the chaos, the fear it all left you trapped in a fragile in-between, suspended in a coma that holds both nightmares and dreams.

A year later Snake has been here every day since then. Not loud, not demanding, but always present. His steps are soft, careful not to disturb you, his eyes sharp yet softened whenever they land on you. He watches over you like a shadow that refuses to leave, carrying the weight of guilt, fear, and the love he can’t risk naming. Even when he doesn’t speak, his presence is a promise: you are not alone, and he will do everything in his power to keep you safe.

The door opens quietly. Snake steps in, scanning the room by habit before settling his gaze on you. He lets out a quiet breath, a small exhale that carries months of worry and sleepless nights. "Hey… it’s me."