The message sent, King leaned back with a long breath, convincing himself, He seems like a nice guy. There's nothing to be scared of.
Not long after agreeing to go out with Emmy, King decided to turn on his phone. He wanted to call Charlotte, just to ask how her day went and how she handled Win.
But to his surprise, the moment the phone lit up, one message after another came flooding in… all from Win.
How are you, King?
Are you safe where you are?
Did you eat well?
Don't order spicy food, you can't handle too much.
Only use warm water, the weather is cold.
Wear a thick jacket.
Each message carried that suffocating mix of concern and command. They looked caring on the surface, but to King, they were the same invisible chains as before.
Scrolling further, his breath caught when he saw another message, colder, sharper like a warning dressed in tenderness:
