Location: Private Mountain Villa – Rainstorm Nightfall
Thunder cracked outside like distant gunfire. Rain hammered the windows, blurring the world beyond them into streaks of gray.
Selina's fists pounded against the oak door.
"Open it. Right now."
Behind her, the hallway echoed with silence—except for his footsteps.
Slow. Controlled. Dangerous.
The lock clicked. Slowly.
Eclipse—shirt unbuttoned, hair damp, pupils dilated like he hadn't blinked in hours—stood on the other side.
"You're not going anywhere."
He leaned against the frame, blocking her exit with nothing but his body and heat.
Selina's fists pounded against the oak door.
"Open it. Right now."
Behind her, the hallway echoed with silence—except for his footsteps.
Slow. Controlled. Dangerous.
The lock clicked. Slowly.
Eclipse—shirt unbuttoned, hair damp, pupils dilated like he hadn't blinked in hours—stood on the other side.
"You're not going anywhere."
He leaned against the frame, blocking her exit with nothing but his body and heat.
Her heart beat like a wounded animal cornered in a cage—but part of her leaned into the bars, just to feel the rush of danger again.
"I remember that look," Eclipse said. He stepped closer, voice low. "From before you became a crown."
Selina's lips parted, breath hitching.
"Before what?"
He didn't answer.
Instead, he brushed a strand of wet hair from her face.
His hand lingered.Too soft.Too intimate.
Selina slapped it away.
"You can't trap me here just because you're afraid of being forgotten."
His expression cracked—just for a second.
And then he laughed.
Low. Unstable.
"I'm not afraid of being forgotten, Selina." He leaned in, mouth by her ear."I'm afraid you'll remember everything."
Scene Switch – Later That Night
The house is quiet. Too quiet.
Selina stands by the window in a silk robe. Rain fogs the glass. A lightning flash—and she sees his reflection behind her.
Not Eclipse.
But someone else.
Someone from a life she thought had burned away with her childhood.
The memory didn't return in words. It returned in sensations.
The scent of wet soil.The taste of blood on her lip.The scream that wasn't hers—but echoed inside her head.
And then—his voice again. Eclipse. But younger.
"You promised you'd never leave me."
The past didn't knock—it kicked the door open, dragging her through every unspoken thing she had buried beneath the throne.
She turned sharply.
"What did you do to me back then?"
Eclipse stood behind her now, fully still, expression unreadable.
He reached into his coat—pulled out a broken pendant.
Her pendant.
Cracked in half.
He held it out.
"You don't remember our vow?"
Her knees went weak.
Because she did now.
And it wasn't romantic.
It was a blood vow.
Bound by something darker than love.