Damien sat up in bed, his heart racing and his sheets drenched in sweat. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the vivid dream he had just had. It was a dream that had felt so real and intense that he could still feel the emotions lingering in his chest.
He threw off the covers and got out of bed, pacing around his room as he tried to process what had just happened. Why was he dreaming about Zara? And why was his subconscious creating such elaborate scenarios involving her?
He stopped pacing and looked around his room, feeling a sense of unease wash over him. Something was off—something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
And then it hit him—the dream had felt too real. The emotions, the sensations, and the entire experience had been so vivid that he could still feel them linger
