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A snippet from Chapter 12 of Shadow’s Embrace – The Mysterious Butler.

They fell onto the bed, limbs tangled. She moved with the precision of someone practiced — fluid, effortless. Her body pressed against his. It was too much, too overwhelming. It made him dizzy. Between breaths and surrender, he whispered, “I never got your name.” She smiled. Her finger traced his cheek, soft, almost reverent. Her lips brushed his ear. Her voice was a silken whisper that slithered into his mind: “Elena.” The name itself felt like a caress. Then — a sharp intake of breath. A pause that stretched. And then the world shattered into a flood of sensations.

A mix of searing pain and impossible pressure bloomed inside him — as if he were being emptied and filled, broken and made whole, all at once. Whispers, ancient and strange, curled around him like smoke — like leaves rustling in a forest that had never known time.

Heat flooded his veins. Then cold. A terrible, soul-deep cold that threatened to freeze him from the inside out. His senses twisted. Reality warped — a maelstrom of ecstasy and terror, confusion and violation.

And then— darkness.