Villain Saving System (BL)

While the two lovebirds were immersed in each other’s warmth under the cover of the blanket, in another city, on the top floor of one of the biggest hospitals, another person was currently jerking awake from a nightmare.

Cedric stared up blankly at the ceiling, the remnants of a sob escaping his quivering lips. Tears trailed down the corner of his eyes before disappearing into his hair and drenching the pillow case. He was gripping onto the blanket so tightly that his knuckles turned white, trembling. ’Run, run, run!’ His mind screamed at him, causing his paralyzed body to spasm once in a while.

Slowly, the terror from the nightmare faded away and his pupils grew focused on the familiar ceiling that had always greeted him this past week. Almost in reflex, he started to do the breathing technique that his doctor had taught him. Soon enough, the numbness on his entire body receded, and he was able to feel himself again. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Everything has ended, Cedric... They are not here. You are safe, you are very safe here." he murmured to himself.

That’s right, the incident that day had indeed passed and he had been taken to a safe place. But still... every time he closed his eyes, that man’s face would always surface; the attractive face he had admired these past few months yet in a blink of an eye, it had morphed into the very subject of his nightmare. His frosty eyes, the terrifying twist of his lips, his body that wouldn’t stop moving... but above all was that pair of mirthful crimson eyes that glowed like the devil. They had always plagued every single one of his nightmares and as always, he would be startled awake when those crimson eyes landed on him.

Cedric heaved out a sigh and rubbed the tears away from his face. One glance at the clock told him that it was still 3 am in the morning. He slowly propped himself up and hissed at the sensation that tugged on his lower half.

It had been one week and the doctor had assured him that he would recover fully, that he wouldn’t have a problem with sexual intercourse in the future... but after that day, could he even have sex with another man without being reminded of the terror he had gone through? Could he even love someone else again...?

"Poor you..." A childish voice shattered the silence and broke the train of Cedric’s thoughts. "You have really suffered so much."

Cedric gasped in shock and his head snapped to the direction of the voice to find... a little girl? Cedric blinked a few times yet the scene in front of him remained unchanged. The curtain fluttered along with the wind — how? He remembered he had shut the windows before he went to sleep earlier — and sitting on the windowsill with her legs swinging in midair was a little girl in twin pigtails. Under the moonlight, her body was shimmering almost in a divine way, causing Cedric’s eyes to widen in awe.

"You... Who are you? Am I still dreaming...?"

The girl’s light giggles echoed throughout the room. "Yep, that’s right. You are indeed dreaming! As for me..." She tapped her chin in a contemplating look and it was then that Cedric finally noticed a small bouquet of yellow daffodils in her hand, each petals round and vibrant in color. "Just call me Bianca, okay? After all, that’s the name my parents have given me."

"Bianca..." Cedric tilted his head, confused. "If this is a dream, what are you doing here?"