What was her mistake?
Going to the concert or catching his eye....
This is just an imagination. There is nothing realistic in it. So don't take it serious.
Originally written by me!
The moment I stepped inside, something shifted. The quiet that had always been my comfort now felt suffocating, like it was preparing for something worse, something that would break me. I wasn't prepared for it, but it was already happening.
I didn't even get a chance to take off my shoes before I saw them.
The men were everywhere-dark silhouettes standing near the couch, dressed in black suits, each of them exuding an ominous presence. I didn't need to look at their faces to know what they were. The tension in the air was enough to tell me that they were no ordinary men. But there was one that stood out. One who felt like he controlled the very atmosphere of the room.
His back was to me, his posture commanding the space like he owned it. And in a way, I suppose he did. This was his world now. I just didn't know it yet.
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I should've run. Should've turned around and left. But my body betrayed me, frozen in place, my heart thundering in my chest.
"Who are you?" I forced myself to ask, my voice quivering despite my best efforts.
He didn't respond immediately. Instead, his head turned, just enough to meet my gaze. He was staring deep into my soul while his weird white mask was trying hard to cover his face.
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The world stopped. The weight of his eyes crashed into me, dark and full of intent. It felt like a physical blow, like I was being pulled into something I couldn't fight. His eyes, that chilling, knowing gaze-I knew them.
It hit me like a tidal wave. His presence. His energy. Him.
His eyes were so similar to The man who once made me laugh and cry through the screen. The man I thought I could never touch. The man I thought was dead.
I swallowed hard, trying to choke back the disbelief, the panic rising in my chest.
But there he stood, looking at me like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Who are you?" I asked again, this time louder, but still, the words felt weak against the fire of his stare.
He moved then, stepping toward me with a predatory grace that made the ground beneath me tremble. Every step he took was calculated, deliberate. He knew the effect he had on me.
"I'm the one you never dreamed of," he said, his voice low, smooth, and dangerous, laced with an edge that made my knees feel weak. His words were a claim, not an introduction.
No. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible.
But the air was thick with his presence, and my chest tightened with a force that left me breathless.
