—NECESITO HACER EL AMOR, NO TE MUEVAS —susurró el millonario a su criada. Lo que sucedió después es impactante.-OO

He ventured further into the grand hallway, his footsteps echoing in the silence. Each room he passed seemed frozen in time, as if someone had paused in the middle of a conversation and forgotten to come back. A grand chandelier hung above him, its crystals catching the light and casting eerie shadows on the walls.

It was when he reached the library that he felt it—the unmistakable sensation that he wasn’t alone.

Turning quickly, he saw nothing but the empty space around him. Yet, the feeling of being watched intensified, prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. He shook it off, telling himself it was just the tension of the place playing tricks on his mind. The library, with its towering shelves of leather-bound books, offered a sense of history, of things long forgotten. Nathaniel ran his fingers along the spines of the books, his eyes scanning the titles. But one book in particular caught his attention. It was an old, worn volume, its cover faded to the point of being unreadable.