One journal. One obsession. Zero chance of walking away.
Sailor
Darkness isn't a stranger to me—it's the shadow that's clung to me for years. I bury every twisted, shameful thought inside my journal because saying them out loud would destroy me. It was supposed to be safe. Private.
Until I lost it.
Now a stranger holds every part of me I've never dared to show.
But he doesn't run. He tempts. He taunts. He drags my secret side into the light and makes me want to give in.
And as the game goes on, I can't tell if I'm surrendering... or being taken.
The Masked Man
I should've returned her journal. I should've walked away.
But I saw what she wants most: to be seen, ruined, claimed. So I gave her a taste—just enough to make her need more.
Now I'm the one addicted.
And I'll burn the world down before I let her go.