Ivy staggered back, her heart racing as she stared at the photographs plastered across the walls. Her own face stared back at her from every angle—smiling, frowning, lost in thought. Moments she didn't even remember.
This wasn't admiration. It wasn't love. It was something far more twisted.
The sound of footsteps broke through her panic. She quickly shut the door and turned to see Aurora standing in the hallway, her golden hair falling loosely around her shoulders, her face shadowed in the dim light.
"You weren't supposed to see that," Aurora said softly, her voice calm but her eyes blazing.
Ivy's throat tightened. "What is this, Aurora? Why do you have—"
"Because I needed to understand you," Aurora interrupted, stepping closer. "You're special, Ivy. I've never met anyone like you. I had to know everything."
Ivy backed away, her heart pounding. "This isn't normal. This… this is insane."
Aurora's expression shifted, her smile fading into something cold and sharp. "You think you can walk away now? After everything I've given you?"
Ivy felt a chill run down her spine. She had thought she was falling in love, but now she wasn't sure what she had fallen into.