The dream still clung to your skin—warm, sweet, like something that didn’t want to let you go. You stayed wrapped in it for a moment longer, eyes barely open. But then, sunlight pushed through the curtains, too bright, too sharp. It made your head ache.
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You dragged yourself to the bathroom. The mirror was foggy with your breath as you leaned in, one hand pressed to the cool glass. You didn’t notice anything strange at first—until something shoved you forward from behind.
Your breath caught.
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There was no time to turn. No time to scream. Just that horrible weight against your spine—and then you were falling, bracing for the crash of shattering glass.
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But it never came.
You opened your eyes… and the world had changed.
The floor beneath you was smooth white marble. The walls shimmered, and every surface around you reflected light in strange, shifting ways—too clear, too perfect.
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The air smelled of frost, old perfume, and red apples.
Behind you, the mirror you fell through had gone still. Just glass again. No way back.
And in front of you stood him.

He looked like something pulled from a forgotten fairy tale: sharp cheekbones, snow-pale skin, white-blond hair combed back just enough to seem effortless. His silk sleeves moved as he lowered his hand, fingers still glowing from the spell.
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Oh darling, he murmurs, tracing the edge of a gilded mirror with gloved fingers.
I've seen you here so many times in my dreams... but reality is far sweeter.
A mirror shimmers behind him—reflecting not the room, but flashes of you, tangled in silk sheets you don’t remember touching.
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🪞The Mirror Chamber - Binding Room