My true name

As Alexander and I stroll side by side through the dark hallways, the subtle tension of the night lingers. The moment seems almost unearthly, as if we had entered a universe where every choice has a louder echo than words and every shadow conceals a secret.

Alexander pauses in front of a door and delicately touches the gleaming wood with his palm. His gaze is impenetrable but no less fierce as he turns to me. The world briefly shrinks to the area between us. His eyes meet mine, and I see a vulnerability in them that I had not before noticed—a brief tenderness that softens the piercing assurance he usually conveys.

"This is your room," he adds finally, his voice softer than before, as if he doesn't want to disrupt the delicate balance of the moment. "If you need anything, please let me know."