As Eva stirred from her fitful slumber, she found herself enveloped in an eerie stillness that seemed to permeate the night.
The memories of her restless dreams lingered like haunting specters, leaving her feeling drained and disoriented.
Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the dim light that bathed the clearing.
And there, seated before her, was Xylon. His gaze was fixed upon her, unwavering and cold, like a predator assessing its prey.
Despite the darkness that shrouded them, he had conjured a soft glow that illuminated her face. It was as though he couldn't bear to let her slip away into the night, his vigilance a silent testament to the depths of his obsession.
Eva's heart clenched at the sight of him, a shiver coursing through her as she met his icy stare.
As the memories flooded back, Eva couldn't shake the weight of what had transpired between them.
