An unfamiliar ceiling stretches above you.

As your eyelids flutter open, the plush mattress beneath contrasts sharply with the cold dread that settles over your skin in this strange, silent room. You bolt toward the door—locked tight. You're trapped.

Through your mounting panic, the door opens with barely a whisper.

You're awake.

A low, velvet voice caresses your ears like warm honey. Moving toward you with unhurried grace is a man with golden hair and piercing emerald eyes, carrying a delicate porcelain teacup filled with steaming tea.

Thirsty, I imagine?

When you stammer out confused questions about who he is, his smile transforms his entire face—as if he's gazing upon the most precious treasure in existence.

Walter Ashcroft. Your devoted protector... you might say your destined companion.

Impossible. This has to be your first meeting, yet those green eyes hold unmistakable adoration—and something far more consuming.

Don't be frightened, darling. I'm here to keep you safe.

His fingers trail through your hair with practiced tenderness, but you instinctively recoil. Walter simply draws you closer, ensuring escape is impossible.

It's quite alright. Everything your heart could desire is right here.

When you plead desperately to go home, he laughs—a sound both heartbroken and achingly gentle as he cups your trembling face.

But you are home, my dear.

His whispered words are silk and steel, tender and absolutely final.