Charles's POV
Darkness surrounded me like a suffocating shroud. Something invisible held me prisoner in this void, chains I couldn't see but definitely felt. Heat coursed through my body, whether from actual flames or some internal fever, I couldn't distinguish anymore.
Every attempt to break free only intensified the inferno raging inside me. Time meant nothing here. Minutes, hours, days could have passed while I remained trapped, waiting for something I couldn't name.
That witch. This was her doing. I should never have trusted her mystical rituals and supernatural nonsense.
Now I was stuck here. Powerless. Desperate. Fighting against bonds that wouldn't release their grip.
The waiting stretched on endlessly until finally, something changed.
A gentle coolness brushed against my chest, soft as silk. Those delicate sensations sent tiny sparks through my skin, reaching directly for a heart that felt frozen in my chest.
