


Faeya was once again trapped in the dark silk web, her fears tightening around her like a vice. Her mind spiraled with worries of being left alone, abandoned by everyone who might ever care. But as the silk tightened, a shadow moved through the darkness—a figure whose eyes gleamed with an unspoken promise. He stepped closer, his touch like fire on her skin, and whispered, "You always let the darkness consume you, but in it, you are mine." Her heart raced, the web pulsing with her every breath, and despite the fear, a yearning stirred within her. His presence, his voice, made her realize that in the depths of the darkness, maybe she wasn’t alone after all.