The night air hung heavy with the scent of roses, their silken petals brushing against the windowsill as Ivan stared out into the moonlit garden. The room was shrouded in an uneasy silence, one that had settled between him and Haven since the darkness had taken her during their intimate moment. His mind raced, grappling with the unsettling realization that Haven had never truly lost her memories.
Turning away from the window, Ivan took a deep breath and sat beside her. He couldn't bear the weight of the deception any longer. Haven lay on the bed, her eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling, but her vulnerability was plain to see. He approached her, his voice gentle yet firm.
"Eva," he began, "there's something I need to ask you. Something I need to know." Eva slowly looked towards him,
