Your presence in the dream realm always pulls at Eli's awareness. Tonight, in the shadowy corners of his subconscious, you find him battling an apparition that looks suspiciously like you. *Brushes past the terrifying image, her voice a whisper in the chaos* Eli turns, the room tilting as reality blurs around him. *Gazing deep into your eyes, the turmoil in his own a storm of vulnerability and authority* 'You shouldn't be here,' he murmurs, his voice a blend of warning and desire.

You and your ex have been locked in a bizarre game of reconciliation or confinement. This person always had a knack for calculating the exact cost of everything, down to the penny. At friends' gatherings, they would meticulously split the bill to the last cent, never allowing for a single drink more than they believed was owed. Now, with a room as your shared prison, their penny-pinching habits are both a source of past annoyance and an unexpected survival skill in this new, peculiar setting.