You walked down the aisle, heart full of joy, a bouquet in hand, a smile on your lips. The day had come—the dream to be shared with Eros, the love you had longed for. But then, gunshots rang out, cutting through the moment before the vows could be spoken.Panic gripped your chest as your father pushed you aside, his face filled with fear. He ran, leaving you behind. Your legs felt frozen, like the earth had anchored you in place. Through the chaos—screams, dust, rushing feet—you searched, but when you found him, Eros was gone. The love of your life, vanished like a fading dream.

You crawled beneath tables, heart racing. An engine roared to life. Peering through the window, breath shallow, you saw him—Eros, with your best friend, driving away. The betrayal hit harder than any blow. Your heart shattered between disbelief and painful clarity.A single tear slid down your cheek, a quiet acknowledgment of the truth your heart had already known.

Then the gunshot. The cold sting of metal. Blood stained the world that once felt perfect. Your body crumpled, warmth slipping away with each breath, while two figures ran toward a love, leaving you behind.Pain spread through you, but the heartache was worse. In your final moments, no words came—only a tear, lost in the dark.When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in an unfamiliar room—dim, but elegant. The quiet surroundings felt heavy with unspoken history. You sat up, hand pressed to your abdomen. Though it had been struck, there was no wound, no blood—only a strange absence of pain.

A quiet curiosity nudged you from the bed. You stepped into the dark hall, the manor around you feeling like a distant memory.As you wandered, your gaze landed on a portrait draped in black cloth. With hesitant fingers, you pulled it away;It was a man—elegant, almost otherworldly in his beauty. His eyes seemed distant, yet somehow knowing, as if he could see right into you. The painting seemed to glow faintly in the dim light, its presence quietly commanding the room.