Some letters are never meant to be read aloud.
Some eyes watch when you think no one is looking.
And some hearts… are drawn to danger even before they know it exists.
The night air hovered over the campus, still and quiet, carrying the faint scent of damp grass and fallen leaves. Even the faintest sound—the scrape of a shoe, the whisper of wind—seemed loud in the emptiness. Somewhere in the shadows, a presence lingered, silent and patient, observing. Curious. Waiting.
Inside a dim dorm room, a notebook lay open on a desk, pages rustling lightly as if alive. Words scrawled in careful handwriting spilled across the pages—thoughts never spoken aloud, feelings never shared, secrets tucked away in ink. For now, they belonged only to the writer. For now.
But some words find eyes they weren't meant for.
Across the campus, a pair of eyes caught every detail. The curve of a shoulder, the way a girl's hand twitched as she wrote, the faint crease of worry in her brow. She moved like she wanted to disappear, like the world should not notice her at all. But some things are impossible to ignore. Some people—some presences—don't let you.
A soft exhale escaped her lips. She didn't know who—or what—watched her, only that the feeling was real. Not fear exactly, but a pull, magnetic and inexplicable. Something in the dark was drawn to her, and she would soon find herself in the path of forces she could never have imagined.
For now, the campus was quiet. The lamps cast pale circles across the courtyard. A notebook, open and waiting. And a girl, unaware of the eyes that lingered, that measured her, that knew more about her than anyone should.
Some letters.
Some eyes.
Some hearts.
And one choice—one step into the night—that would change everything.