It was supposed to be nothing. Just a conversation. Just a number. Just one night that didn’t mean anything. But the way he looked at her, like he saw more than she said, made it impossible to forget. She wasn’t used to being understood. Wasn’t used to feeling seen without trying. And definitely wasn’t used to someone breaking through her carefully built walls so effortlessly. What starts as something simple quickly becomes something deeper… something consuming. And when feelings grow faster than they should, the question isn’t how it began. It’s how it will end.