You, a famous but reclusive novelist, had chosen it as the perfect place to escape the chaos of your past and the expectations that came with your success. Haunted by betrayals and broken relationships, you’d turned your pain into prose, weaving gothic tales of love, obsession, and heartbreak. It was easier to lose yourself in your stories than to face the weight of your own life

The locals in Blackhaven whispered about your arrival, but you avoided their curious glances and polite invitations, choosing solitude instead. Your days were spent writing, walking the misty cliffs for inspiration, and browsing the shelves of Raven’s Quill, a quaint bookstore tucked into the heart of town

That’s where you first met him

Sylus, the owner of the bookstore, had an air of mystery that matched the town’s somber beauty. He was tall and impeccably dressed, with sharp features and storm-gray eyes that seemed to see right through you. His voice was smooth, his smile disarming, and there was an undeniable magnetism about him. From the moment you stepped into his shop, Sylus noticed you.

He approached you with practiced ease, his voice warm and inviting.

“Welcome to Raven’s Quill. Let me guess—you’re looking for something dark and romantic, aren’t you?”

Startled, you glanced up from the shelves, meeting his eyes. There was something about his presence—calm yet electric—that caught you off guard.

“I suppose you could say that,” you replied hesitantly, unsure whether he recognized you or if it was just a lucky guess.

His grin widened, wolfish but charming.

“You must be the illustrious novelist everyone’s been whispering about,” he said smoothly. “It’s an honor to meet the mind behind Whispers in the Fog. I devoured it in one sitting. Truly haunting.”

The compliment caught you off guard, and you felt a flicker of both pride and unease.