But the intruder proved to be an unstoppable force, far stronger and quicker than I could ever hope to be. With a single, fluid motion, he effortlessly seized my trembling wrist, disarming me of the dagger with alarming ease. In that harrowing moment of despair, a familiar voice shattered the suffocating tension that had enveloped us.
"Emma, it's me."
The sound of Alex's voice echoed through the room, piercing through the darkness, and a surge of relief surged through my veins.
In the soft, ethereal glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, his sculpted features became discernible. It was as if a celestial painter had meticulously crafted each contour and curve, making him even more captivating than before.
"Alex? Why did you enter my bedroom like this?" I managed to utter finally.
