"I'm yours," Florian whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Always."
"What is this?" Heinz breathed, watching the scene unfold in eerie clarity before him. The room felt too vivid to be a dream—too real. There he was, and there was Florian… but not the Florian he knew now.
This one was the original Florian. It felt so familiar. Familiar in a way that made Heinz's chest tighten.
A dream? Or...
No. It didn't feel like a dream. Not exactly.
Not with how vividly he could see the desire burning in his other self's eyes. Not with how raw Florian's expression was.
'Is this... my first life? A memory?'
His throat went dry.
He watched, frozen, as his other self let out a guttural sound and tore open his robe with an almost feral urgency. The sight was jarring.