and steel, where each room seemed designed to remind me that I was only a guest, an intrusion into a world that did not

indows let in harsh but cold light. Nothing here felt like the warmth of a home. It was a soulless space, where every detail had been designed to hold its own power. Everything w

the center, like an imposing spine, leading to an unknown floor. The large solid wooden door, engraved with refined patterns, had closed behind me, perman

e I felt like I could breathe, lie down, and be... me. The walls of this house were filled with laughter, the windows opened to an azure sky, and the warmth of the family warmed my soul. These

y. It was my fault, after all. I just didn't have

ghts. Dominic . He was there. Behind me,

oice a little softer than usual, but without wa

felt a form of... pleasure. A strange attraction to this coldness. He intrigued me in a way I couldn't explain. His power, his prese

me. "You don't look satisfied," he remarked, a sli

weakness I didn't want to reveal. I always thought it

new exactly where he was going, even if he had no idea how I felt. "You will get used to all this, Elena. In ti

think he was to impose such rules on me? It was almost unbearable. But deep down, I knew he was right. In this world,

a fragment of his humanity, something... real. But he stood there, as indifferent as

om for pity, Elena. » He took another step forward, and his proximity crushed

couldn't help but be drawn to him, to this calculated coldness, to this distance. Every gesture, every word he spoke seemed calculated, like a perfect puzzle pi

garden, an impeccable, almost unreal garden. The bushes trimmed with pre

ction. "It's time you learned to understand how this world works. You n

than the last. Was it the house, this oppressive atmosphere that weighed on me, or was it me,

eeter here, but there is a strange feeling, as if even this garden, perfect as it is, is a trap. Not a corner of nature, but

way out of this spiral, but everything escapes me. I feel disc

omeone else there, right behind us. But no one is visible. Breathless, I glance around, but nothing. However,

ominic , turning to me, a glimme

ore here, in this house, something I couldn't yet unde

t it deep within me, but I h