𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. ⋆ ── ⋆ ── ⋆ "Are you afraid that I'll fall for you?" he asked again, his voice dripping like honey, smooth and melodic beneath the moon-kissed sky. Her long, curled lashes lifted, revealing the storm she kept hidden behind them- only to meet the desperation blooming in his gaze. "No. I'm afraid... you'll fall into my curse." ⋆ ── ⋆ ── ⋆ Secrets are sharp, silent, and dangerous. He lived far from chaos, untouched by deceit, trusting only what was seen, heard, and known. But everything changed the moment she arrived. Quiet, composed, and unreadable like a storm that whispers before it strikes. She carried an aura that intrigued and unsettled, drawing him in with questions she never answered, and a past she never spoke of. She was flawless on the surface, her smile soft, her presence calm. But beneath that polished calm lay layers of subtle and haunting silence. He despised that, detested liars, mistrusted masks. But something about her made him stay. Each glance felt like a clue, every word a riddle. He wasn't falling in love; he was falling into her mystery, piece by hidden piece. He searched quietly at first, then relentlessly. Threads of her past slipped through his fingers like smoke, each lead ending in shadows. Until one night, when he pushed too far, when his questions edged too close to the truths she refused to face, she didn't explain, she disappeared. And just like that, the woman he thought he was beginning to understand vanished without a word, without a trace. All she left behind was the wreckage of his trust and a silence louder than betrayal. This was only the beginning.