𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 8
As my mind gradually started to come back, I felt my head growing heavy and realized my body was leaning against something. I didn’t know how much time had passed. I slightly opened my eyes, but everything around me was still blurry. A blanket was draped over me; the warmth of the fabric lightly touching my skin made me try to understand where I was.

I could hear Marcus's deep, calm breathing. He must have gotten up from the chair he was sitting in because the sound of his footsteps echoed in the room. For a few seconds, I listened to his heavy steps; even though I couldn't see the surroundings clearly, I could feel he was close to me.

Marcus: “You’re awake.”

His deep, calm but cold voice was near me, but there was still distance between us.

Rose: “How long have I been here?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Marcus: “A few hours.” His response was short and straightforward.

We remained silent for a while. He maintained that coldness and distance. But there was something behind Marcus's usual composure; with a growing curiosity inside me, I turned to him.

Rose: “Why did you bring me here?” I asked.

Marcus didn’t answer for a moment. It was as if...