One last kiss before you go

The cabin was musky and wet. The wood was rotten, but somehow held on as it moved. I entered the cabin, the wooden floor creaking under my weight. I was met with the pungent smell of rotting wood. Ignoring everything, I walked inside, slowly trudging along the passage that seemed never to end. The yellow cabin light flickered, giving me an uneasy feeling.
Suddenly, the cabin is filled with the familiar whistle of a melody, the one I longed to hear all these years. Sometimes the whistle felt so close I almost felt the warmth of the person's breath on my nape, but other times it felt so far stretched that I couldn't comprehend the tune anymore. I felt myself tearing up as it reminded me of him.

"S-Sol?" I whispered in a desperate attempt to call out to him.

Suddenly, I was thrown to the floor with an immense force. I looked up and my eyes locked with those eyes, which used to be dark, like cedar, now unrecognizably crimson. His gaze, which always used to be loving and tender when directed at me, now stared back with fury, sharp enough to flay. My heart thumped in my ears as a sense of terror filled my being. My lips quivered, trying to make a sound, but to no avail. He smirked evilly and bent down, never breaking eye contact.

"Long time no see, Lionheart," he whispered to my ear huskily, sending a shiver down my spine.