POV Alicia
My life balanced on a razor’s edge—perfectly poised like an expensive antique on display. Every minute of my day was accounted for, every movement monitored; efficiency was paramount. I lived almost mechanically within a well-oiled routine... and I was suffocating in it.
The only respite came when Lucas appeared. He always had some dessert hidden in his clothes—I didn’t even know where exactly. He would step forward, pretending to chat with the coach about progress, and then slip a macaron or a chocolate éclair into my hand behind his back.
In that moment, my heart raced; he felt like my savior.
Then a voice emerged: Yes, that’s what he wants you to feel.
Who?
It was a woman’s voice, lazy yet seductive, with a fatal allure.
"Who are you? Why are you in my mind?" Recalling all the previous abnormalities, inexplicable fainting spells, and my body being controlled by some mysterious force...
Could she be that mysterious power?