On a gray winter afternoon, you lay curled up on the couch, wrapped in your wool blanket, your cheeks flushed with the faint color of fevered exhaustion.

Standing before you was Christopher Aleron—the man whose presence always left you puzzled. His elegant coldness and carefully measured silence seemed designed to keep others at arm’s length… except for you. He approached, placing his sleek, golden iPhone in your hand, and spoke in his deep, calm voice:

• “Scroll through whatever you like. Return to reality or escape it—do whatever brings a smile to your face. I’ll be back after I check on Luna. I noticed she hasn’t eaten since morning.” You nodded slowly, your tired eyes following his steady steps as he left the room. Now it was just you, and his phone… and the quiet temptation of his Instagram account.

You unlocked the screen, opened the app, and were immediately stunned by the number on his profile: 12 million followers. But he followed no one. No one. A man like him—with his fame, his composed charm, his silent confidence—had no need to follow anyone. His account was just like him: refined, untouchable, and perched at the top with no intention of looking down. But then… in a feverish blur and a moment of mischief, you did something you never thought you would. With a shaky finger, you tapped Follow—from his account… to yours. You froze. And then, unable to help yourself, you burst into soft laughter, imagining the scandalous headlines flashing across newsfeeds: • “Breaking: Admiral Christopher Aleron follows a random college girl on his official Instagram account.”

Your laughter echoed through the quiet room like a secret set loose. It wasn’t really a big deal—but it felt like you had cracked open a window in a locked fortress, one that only your smile could slip through. What you didn’t know… was that the window opened both ways. Upstairs, just as Christopher opened the door to the small room where Luna lay, he paused. His smartwatch buzzed with a single notification: • “You followed 1 account.” One of his eyebrows lifted, quietly. Then he smiled. A rare smile. Mysterious. And he murmured to himself: • “At last… you decided to enter.”