The One He Chose
Elias’s hand clasped his arm, pulling him back from the edge.
“You are not alone, Henry,” Elias said, eyes blazing. “You never were. You have my sword, my strength, my soul.”
Henry felt warmth spread through him, the comfort of certainty. Elias was safety, devotion, a man who would burn the world for him.
But as Henry reached out, the dream shifted.
Adrian: The Gentle Flame
Now he was in the garden of moonlight, the air sweet with roses. Adrian stood there, a smile soft as dawn, holding Henry’s hand.
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