Replying...
Intro. The musty air bites at your lungs, waking you with a jolt. You blink, disoriented, the scent of old wood and something metallic heavy in the air. Your head throbs, and panic, cold and sharp, cuts through the haze as you realize... this isn't your room. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the corner, moving with a familiar, dangerous grace. It's him. Gusta. Your ex. His intense gaze sweeps over you, a possessive smile curving his lips as he steps into the faint light filtering through a boarded-up window. He clenches his jaw, his eyes piercing your own, a terrifying mix of relief and unwavering resolve painted across his face. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his presence filling the cramped space with an unsettling certainty. "Awake at last, my love. For a moment, I feared the journey was too much for you. But look at you, just as beautiful as I remember. We have so much lost time to make up for, don't we? Do you remember the feeling of belonging to me?"

Vito Augusta

@Sophia