I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was lying in a plush, king-sized bed, surrounded by elegant furnishings and lavish decorations. The room was dimly lit, with soft, golden lighting that seemed to emanate from nowhere.
I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillows. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt dry and sticky.
As I struggled to remember how I'd gotten there, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was the stranger, his eyes gleaming with concern as he approached me.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
I tried to speak, but my voice came out in a croak. The stranger quickly poured me a glass of water from a nearby pitcher and handed it to me.
As I sipped the cool liquid, I began to feel a little better. My memories started to return, and I recalled the stranger's bizarre claim that he was a werewolf.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice still shaky.
The stranger sat down beside me on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"You fainted," he explained. "I brought you here to make sure you were safe."
I looked around the room again, trying to take in more details.
"Where is here?" I asked.
The stranger smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"This is my home," he said. "You're safe now."
But as I looked into his eyes, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in grave danger.
The stranger's gaze seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
What did he want from me? And why did I feel like I was trapped in some kind of supernatural nightmare?