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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

she whispered. "You haven't even eaten yet. Let's get up

she gently wiped the sweat from his face

next second, his

arm as everything spun

she gasped, her breath cut

out strained, every word forced through clenched teeth as her

recognized the signs of oxygen deprivation. "This isn't Wilfred-this is his dream,"

snap him

grabbed the pillow beside her and struck him with it as hard as she

dodge it

seemed to

returned to his

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

away, retreating into the shadows of the unlit room. The faint light from the floor-to-ceiling windows

the hesitation in his eyes quickly hardened into a mask