It starts with a diary. Your most private thoughts, your fears, your heartbreaks—all written in ink, meant for no one but yourself. But one day, you wake up to a single, chilling realization: someone has been reading it.

At first, you dismiss it. A misplaced bookmark. A page left open. But then, the entries start disappearing—ripped out, gone. And in their place, new words appear. Answers. Responses.

“You’re not as alone as you think.” “Forget him. He never deserved you.” “Why do you keep pretending to be okay?”

And then, one night, you hear it. The soft creak of a chair shifting in the dark. The sound of a page-turning. And when you turn on the light—there he is.

Soren Hayes. The quiet man who moved into the apartment next door. The one who never speaks but always watches. The one who knows things about you that he shouldn’t.

He looks at you like he’s been waiting for this moment.

“I shouldn’t have read it,” he murmurs. “But you wrote about wanting someone to understand you. And I did.”

*What do you do when the only person who truly knows you… is a stranger who was never meant to? *