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Riki never meant for it to be serious.
Messaging a stranger was just something he did for fun-an impulsive decision made late at night, driven by boredom and curiosity. A flirty text. A bold move. Something that would end as easily as it started.
Except it didn't.
The stranger wasn't just another attractive face on a screen.
He was confident. Untouchable. Calm in a way that felt dangerous.
A man who never showed his face, only fragments-outfits, shadows, a bike, a presence that felt deliberate.
And somehow, he flirted back.
What started as casual messages slowly turned into something routine. Late-night conversations that stretched longer than planned. Teasing that felt intentional. A connection built through screens, words, and moments that felt too real for something that wasn't supposed to matter.
Riki was used to flirting. Used to attention.
But this was different.
Because this stranger matched his energy.
Because he didn't pull away.
Because he stayed.
As the line between "just for fun" and "something more" begins to blur, Riki is left questioning how far a connection built online can really go-and whether some risks are worth taking offline.
After all, it was never supposed to mean anything.
Until it did.