Elsa's New Day

Eros shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide as he stared at the figure before him. “You’re really real,” he whispered, his voice trembling. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he stumbled to his feet. “Ad is really here! Oh my God, I’m not dreaming!”

Adonis stood by the wall, one leg crossed over the other, his neatly polished Italian black shoes gleaming under the bathroom’s soft light. His arms were folded tightly across his chest, his posture exuding a cold, detached authority. He looked down at Eros like a predator studying a trapped mouse.

“I’m real, Eros,” Adonis said, his voice as cold and sharp as a winter’s wind. “Get it into your head—I’m back.”

“Oh, God! You’re really here!” Eros exclaimed, a laugh of relief escaping his lips. “Do you know what this means? No more carrying all your weight—especially that marriage to Isabella!” He grinned, his face lighting up as though Adonis’ presence had lifted every burden off his shoulders.