cold sweat
Viktor woke up in a cold sweat, the remnants of the dream clinging to him. He sat up, breathing heavily, eyes adjusting to the darkness of his room.
“I need to know,” he whispered, a newfound determination replacing his doubt. The dreams couldn’t be ignored anymore.
They drove him to act, to uncover the truth. Throwing the blanket aside, he knew he had to dig deeper into his ex-partner’s past. The time had come.