mrhievlita
Naomi lives two lives.
By day, she's a sharp, composed woman in the city-working, surviving, pretending she's whole.
By night, she becomes someone else-someone who borrows strangers, moments, and bodies just to feel something that isn't empty.
She never meant to fall for a man who wasn't hers.
He was supposed to be one night. A stranger with a fake name, a soft voice, and a life that didn't belong to her. But borrowed nights have a way of staying in your blood. And some men leave fingerprints on your soul even when they swear they won't stay.
They meet. They leave. They come back.
Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they pretend they don't want to.
Sometimes they lie with words. Sometimes with silence.
He belongs to someone else.
She belongs to no one.
And still, they keep choosing each other in the dark.
This is a story about longing.
About mistakes that feel like home.
About love that was never promised-only borrowed.