rosittaroya
It started with one message.
He was charming. Confident. Rich.
A complete stranger... who felt way too familiar.
He knew what made her laugh.
He knew where she liked to hide when things got too loud.
She told herself it was just a coincidence.
But coincidences don't feel this personal.
As late-night chats turn into deep confessions, she starts falling.
But the deeper she falls, the more things stop making sense.
Who is he really?
And why does it feel like he found her long before she ever noticed him?