Elena’s POV
I woke up slowly, feeling the warmth of Oliver’s arms wrapped around me. His steady breathing tickled the back of my neck, and for a moment, I allowed myself to melt into his embrace. It was rare for us to have peaceful moments like this.
But the moment was short-lived.
Flashes of my nightmare hit me again—the darkness, the whispers, the feeling of being watched. A shiver ran down my spine. It had felt so real, too real.
Oliver stirred behind me. His hand instinctively tightened around my waist.
“Bambi?” His voice was husky from sleep.
I hesitated. “It’s nothing. Just… a bad dream.”
His arm flexed, pulling me closer until I was pressed against his bare chest. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I bit my lip. Should I tell him? The way the dream had twisted reality—whispered
