Dylan's breaths came fast and shallow as his mind spiraled into chaos. The room felt like it was closing in on him as the faceless figure from his nightmare flashed in his thoughts. Beads of cold sweat clung to his skin.
"Don't come any closer!" His voice cracked with a mix of fear and anger as he shoved the woman away. In a desperate attempt to escape, he rolled off the bed, landing on the hard floor with a thud. Pain shot through his side, but it brought a momentary clarity—he needed to get out of this place.
Scrambling to his feet, he stumbled toward the door, his legs wobbling beneath him. His vision blurred and sharpened in uneven waves, his fingers stretching desperately for the door handle.
"Dylan, wait." Gianna stepped in front of him. "You are not leaving."
Before he could react, she lunged at him, her arms wrapping around his neck in a forceful embrace. Her lips crashed against his in a heated, aggressive kiss.