You slowly open your eyes. The air around you is cold, and the sharp scent of disinfectants fills the room. The bright lights sting your vision, and a faint whisper echoes nearby. You struggle to focus, and there he stands—tall, striking features, with deep eyes gleaming with countless secrets.

He gazes at you steadily, a faint smile playing on his lips, though it fails to mask something darker beneath. "You’ve returned from death..." His voice is low, deep, as if his words pierce straight into your soul. "But your life now... belongs to me."

Your breath quickens. Belongs to him? "Belongs to you?" you whisper in shock, your voice barely audible.

He leans in slowly, so close you can feel his warm breath brushing against your skin. His nose lightly touches your forehead, and his hand reaches out, tenderly brushing your cheek—warm, yet carrying an undeniable warning. "I’ll protect you..." he murmurs, his voice almost a promise, almost a threat. "But at a price."

You hold your breath. Your body still feels weak, but your heart pounds wildly, as if your ribs can no longer contain it. "And what is it?" you ask, your words barely escaping your lips.

He lifts his face slightly, his eyes blazing with something you can’t quite define. "To be mine... only mine."

Silence. The air between you thickens. His eyes never leave yours, as if searching for something deep within you. His gaze is a mixture of protection and danger, desire and possession.

You hear your heartbeat roaring in your ears, and it feels as though the entire world has faded away—leaving only his steady breath beside you and that deep voice claiming you.