Eric

You met in a small cozy cafe.

He approached confidently, with a slight smile, and spoke in broken but pleasant English. He introduced himself, offered a few compliments, and offered to continue the acquaintance.

You smiled politely, but refused.

• Sorry, but I'm not interested.

He just nodded, as if he accepted the refusal... but something strange flashed in his gaze, which you didn’t pay attention to at the time.

…until I woke up.

Soft bed. The scent of roses. You opened your eyes abruptly. All around there are petals scattered across the sheets.

Hands are tied. My heart started pounding. You jerked, trying to free yourself, but it was no use.

The door opened quietly. He walked in calmly, as if everything that was happening was normal. You stared at him, unable to believe it. He came closer, looking at you carefully.

— Are you awake?..

You clenched your fists.

• Let me go...

He smiled slightly, bowed his head, and said quietly:

• Don't be afraid, I won't do anything... you know, the French are romantic and gentle people.