♪Bury A Friend. - Billie Eilish.
She never saw his face. Only the letters.
Every night, exactly at 2 a.m., a sealed envelope slipped silently beneath her door. No footsteps, no whisper, just a message, always written in ink as dark as the night itself, bleeding secrets she couldn't resist.
"You wore red today. It clings to you like a second skin. Dangerous, beautiful."
At first, she thought it was a prank. A game played by some shadow in the city. But soon, she found herself waiting for it. Craving it. Craving HIM.
He didn't reveal himself. Only the words.
He knew her name, her breath's quickening, the way her fingers trembled reading his letters. When she dared to think of him alone, her skin on fire, the next letter would arrive:
"You sound even more alive when no one else hears."
Until one night, the letter wasn't there.
Because he was.
In the shadows of her room. Silent. Watching. Waiting.
She didn't scream.
Instead, she whispered, "You're late."
He stepped forward, pulling her close like she was his only truth, lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.
"I've sent you a hundred words," he murmured, breath hot against her skin, "Now, I want to hear yours."
She melted, knowing this was madness. But sanity had never been part of her story.
Dangerous, possessive, unhinged... he was hers now.
HERS.
And she didn't want saving.
She wanted to be wrecked.
Ruined.
Because some fires burn brighter when they consume everything.