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Mrs. Santos glanced upstairs. "Mr. Wilfred went straight to bed after coming home, but I noticed he's having nightmares again. Honestly, I think you should-"

Before she could finish, Karina rushed past her, ignoring the protest.

Mrs. Santos tried to stop her, but it was no use.

Karina sprinted up the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door, her heart clenching at the sight before her.

Wilfred, who was usually so composed and aloof, lay on the bed, visibly distressed. His eyes were tightly shut, his face drenched in sweat, and his lips were pressed together so hard they were turning pale. Karina knelt by the bed, gently taking one of his hands in hers. It was so cold that it sent a chill through her.

"Wilfred, can you hear me? It's Karina. I'm here. Wake up," she urged softly.

But he didn't respond.

Karina took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She placed her palm against his cheek and spoke in a soothing tone. "It's just a nightmare. That's all it is. Wake up, and it'll all be over. Don't be afraid." Yes, she could tell he was scared.

The thought was almost unbelievable. If Wilfred's rivals or someone like Harley ever heard about this, they wouldn't believe it for a second.

Even Karina had doubted Mrs. Santos's words at first. But now, seeing Wilfred like this shattered her idealized image of him.

gave way to something else entirely-an overwhelming sense

she whispered. "You haven't even eaten yet.

stir, she gently wiped the sweat from

second, his

instant, Karina felt a surge of strength in his grip. Pain radiated from her arm as everything spun around her. Before she realized it, she was pinned to the bed, Wilfred's hand tightening around

breath cut off. "Look at me!

strained, every word forced through clenched teeth as her air

vision began to blur, her head growing dizzy. She recognized the signs of oxygen deprivation. "This isn't Wilfred-this is his dream," she

if she didn't snap him

Karina grabbed the pillow beside her and struck

it effortlessly. But in locke his dreamlike state, he took

impact seemed to jolt

clarity returned to

Wilfred realized his hand was around Karina's neck, he recoiled in horror, releasing her as though he had been burned. Karina gasped

backed away, retreating into the shadows of the unlit room. The faint light from the

the hesitation in his eyes quickly hardened into a mask of cold