The alarm hadn't rung yet, but something deep inside tugged him awake. A quiet warning pulsed through his chest, sharp enough to pull him out of slumber.
Zeyn tried to move, yet his body refused to answer. His limbs lay heavy, locked in a stillness that wasn't his own. His vision blurred, half-dream and half-reality, while a suffocating weight pressed down on him.
Sleep paralysis…?
The sensation was all too familiar: that strange, frightening moment where the mind stirs but the body lags behind, trapped between waking and dreaming.
"Hmmh…"
A soft sigh brushed past his ear, followed by warmth pressing against his chest.
Zeyn's heart jolted.
This wasn't just paralysis. Something... no, someone was holding him.
"…Huh?" His groggy eyes cracked open. The outlines sharpened just enough for him to see her.
