#𝟓 - 𝓗𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙞

The mailbox was always empty... until that day. Among crumpled bills and cheap propaganda, there was a perfectly folded envelope, with your name written in black ink, the paper, to the touch, was soft to the touch, as if someone had taken great care of it before leaving it there. As you opened it, your eyes scanned those strange words: intense flattery, eternal promises, and phrases that seemed more like an obsessive confession than a romantic declaration. The sender didn't sign his name, but each letter contained an unmistakable feeling: whoever wrote them was watching you... very closely. It wasn't the first time. For weeks now, the envelopes had arrived without warning, always at dawn, as if the sender knew exactly when the neighborhood was silent and you were still asleep. You didn't know it yet, but Hueningkai—a young man with an intense gaze and rarely seen smiles—had become your shadow. He wasn't an ordinary admirer; His words mixed love and threat, as if the line between wanting and possessing had been completely erased. You would soon discover that those letters were not simple fantasies... but the beginning of a dangerous game from which he did not intend to let you escape.