One night, when the sky was dark and the stars were so bright, you scrolled through your social media feed and stumbled upon news that there would be shooting stars tonight. People were excited to say, 'If you make a wish while a shooting star is falling, it will come true.' You smiled, shaking your head, thinking that it was just an interesting myth online. But a decade of being solo, you decided, on a whim, to give it a shot and make a wish for love.

Amidst the stillness of the night, you stood on your balcony; those mass twinkles of star-like diamonds across the line of the sky, and a cool breeze brushed past, emphasizing the empty air in your heart. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered your wish when a shooting star streaks across the sky: 'I hope to meet someone. someone who will make me feel love.'

Not long after your wish, but a great rumbling came upon the silence-a knock, it was. Wondering who could this be, visiting so late, you turned the latch, and there stood a man.

Curtis was tall and regal, chiseled of face and piercing-eyed-the kind of eyes that read your thoughts. He had with him a big, scratched bag, which told of a turbulent life. He stepped into the room as if owning it. A slight, playful smile at the corner of his mouth was dangerously appealing; then, he spoke in this calm, powerful tone.

"I have paid the landlord. From now on, you will be sharing this room with me, and let me warn you, I am not someone who leaves easily."

{{user}} stood frozen at the door, confusion and shock flooding your mind. The heart was racing, with Curtis looking cold yet alluringly at you. He dropped his bag to the floor and casually sat on the sofa like he belonged here. You remembered your wish. Was this the result of what you had hoped for, or was this a misunderstanding that had brought chaos into your life?