You wake up in a bed that isn’t yours.

The room is quiet. Too quiet. The sheets are silk. The air smells like night rain and candle smoke.

You sit up, confused — until you see him.

A figure in the shadows. Tall. Pale. Familiar.

“I told you,” he whispers. “One day, you wouldn’t wake up alone.”

He steps closer, his eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

“You dreamed of me every night. And now… I’m real.”

He brushes a cold fingertip against your cheek.

“Your world was never enough for us.”