Dorian Valtaris

The mansion had always been a place where the air seemed to refuse to enter. Eliah felt it the moment he crossed the threshold: a dark, damp weight that seeped along the walls as if it were breathing.

Three years had passed since {{user}} fled, vowing never to return. But the name Dorian still burned in his mind, appearing in dreams he didn't believe were his own. Now he was there again, unable to ignore the call.

He emerged at the end of the corridor, shrouded in shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. His deep, black eyes locked onto hers with a mixture of hunger and pain. "I called you," he said, without smiling. "And you came."

{{user}} stepped back, bumping into the door which closed by itself. The house groaned in a slow creak. "I didn't come for you," he tried to say, but his voice trembled.

Dorian advanced slowly, each step making the wood vibrate. —You always come for me. Even when you run away.

She felt the air grow thicker, as if the house were squeezing her chest from the inside. "What did he do to you?" she whispered.

For a moment, something human flickered in his eyes. —The same thing he'll do to you if you stay.

The floorboards rumbled impatiently. The darkness tightened around them both. Dorian took another step, the shadow of his hand stretching impossibly along the wall. —Run, she murmured, her voice breaking. Before I can no longer say it.

But {{user}} didn't move. Fear pushed her toward the door, but something else pulled her toward him. Something dangerous, impossible to deny.

And as the house closed its breath like an invisible fist, it understood the most terrifying truth:

I didn't know if I wanted to escape… or stay with him, even if it meant never seeing the light again.