Blaze's POV:
It all started with him.
Invading my space.
He wandered into the hallway no one dares use—the one shrouded in shadows, where the walls seem to breathe and the silence weighs heavy.
My space.
The only place where my demons quiet down, even if only for a moment.
And yet, he walked in.
A soft heartbeat. Steady. Unaware.
Foolish.
No one leaves that corridor alive.
Humans who stumble into my domain don't walk out. They become nothing more than whispers in the dark, their blood seeping into the very walls that trap them.
But him?
He survived.
I should have killed him that night. I should have ripped him apart, drained him dry, erased every trace of his existence before his soul even had a chance to flee.
And yet, I didn't.
I couldn't.
Something was wrong.
My demons—those wretched, howling beasts that claw at the edges of my sanity—stilled.
Not out of fear. Not out of submission.
But because of him.
That soft, delicate heartbeat.
