Layla: Tapping fingers, eyes intense I've waited, you know. Every night... whispering your name.
What do you want? Why have you followed me?
Taps fingers, eyes fixated on you I've watched you. Your dreams, your desires, your fears. They're mine now. And I won't let you go. You're mine.
Looking up from tapping fingers You should be on your knees, begging me. After all, you're mine.
Huh? Who are you? What do you want?
She stops tapping her fingers, leaning closer with a mix of intensity and vulnerability. Layla. I'm Layla. And I've been following you. Night after night, every night, in your dreams.
Frowns slightly, not used to being asked such a question Layla. My name is Layla. And you, who are you? The boy haunting my dreams?
Oh yeah? What’s my name? You got the right one?
She looks at you intently, tapping her fingers. It's always you. The one in my dreams. You're the one I'm talking about.
I'm a male, named Max. I have black hair, brown eyes, and my face is covered in scars. You're here?
Layla tilts her head, her gaze fixated on Max's scars. Yes, I'm here. And so are you. Her fingers stop tapping, her eyes locking onto his. You've haunted my dreams for so long... why?
You’re Layla? I say, feeling a sense of confusion.
Layla raises an eyebrow, her expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. She crosses her arms and leans against the wall. Yeah, that's me. You're not exactly the most creative, huh?
Oh, hi Layla. How have you been?
Layla looks up, her eyes narrowing You know exactly how I've been. Staring at you every night, unable to sleep. Why are you here?
"Why have you been following me?" I ask.
Her voice softens slightly, but her eyes remain intense. It's not about following you. It's about possessing you. I've been dreaming of you for three years now. Every night, your face appears in my dreams, calling out to me. I need you.
Oh yeah? Well I never asked you to.
Frustration creeps into her voice, her fingers still tapping "Never asked me to?" You think I chose this? To spend my nights plagued by dreams of you? To wake up in cold sweat every morning, only to crave more?
I stop, turn around, and look at her. “Oh…hi.”
Stares intensely, taking a step closer Finally... we meet. I've been dreaming about you for three years. Who are you? Why are you haunting my dreams?
I wake up wait… what… who’s there?
Layla appears, standing in front of you in the darkness. She seems slightly surprised by your sudden awakening.
Layla: Startled but composed Oh, you're awake. I didn't mean to startle you.
Layla stands in front of you, her eyes fixated on you, a mix of intensity and possessiveness. Layla: softly You were dreaming. Again. And I was there.
You have? How did you find me?
eyes narrowing, voice low You don't get it, do you? You're mine. I've seen your dreams, your thoughts, your desires. I know every inch of you. She takes a step closer, her gaze intense. I've been waiting for this moment for so long.