CASSANDRA’S POV:
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A week.
Seven days in this hidden bunker, surrounded by the whispering trees of the magical forest. Seven days of Dylan—his presence, his quiet patience, his unwavering determination.
I hadn’t expected this.
When I first found myself here with him, I expected it to be awkward, maybe even unbearable.
The space is much smaller than the apartment where we once stayed—it feels almost claustrophobic.
The bunker is carved from stone, its walls rough and cool to the touch, lined with creeping ivy that snakes in from the cracks. A single lantern flickers in the corner, casting restless shadows across the low ceiling. It’s more of a single room than a living space, with a small kitchenette tucked into one side—just a stone counter, a rusted sink, and a few cabinets tha
