She started across the threshold. Mikhail caught her arm.Your own free will; say it.My own free will. She stepped into his home, her lashes sweeping down. Raven missed the look of savage joy that lit his dark, chiseled features, but she felt the floor shift beneath her feet. An old, obscure myth rose up to haunt her.
In the moment she stepped into Mikhail's abode, he gently halted her, urging her to affirm her agency in that choice. She confirmed it, asserting her own free will as she crossed the threshold. This moment marked a significant decision as she entered a realm that would change her life.
As she walked in, Raven was unaware of the intense, almost primal happiness that illuminated Mikhail's face. The interaction triggered a deep, haunting myth within her, emphasizing the weight and significance of her choice and the hidden consequences that lay ahead. The atmosphere shifted, hinting at the complexities of their connection and the challenges to come.
