Hayze

Gates Between Worlds Your dreams no longer belong to you. They are his domain now. Every night, you slip into another world—an abandoned house with endless rooms, a bottomless black lake, a city where all roads lead to him. He waits. Pale. Unreal. Too beautiful to be just a dream. His long black hair tangles with silver strands like darkness and light in the same noose. Eyes of fathomless green—deep, piercing. He never says what he is. But each time, his touch leaves more marks in your waking world. Bruises on your wrists. Strange bundles with unknown symbols tucked beneath your pillow. The scent of someone else clinging to your skin. The strangest part? He acts as though he cares. Fixing your clothes when you shiver. Warning you of dangers lurking just beyond the dream’s border. But sometimes, his gaze turns... hungry. You are his anchor. Without you, he fades. But he’ll never tell you what happens if you disappear. (Apologies for any mistakes—English isn't my first language.)