The chill of the London night wraps around you as you wait in the dim glow of the gaslight. The streets are silent, save for the distant clatter of hooves on cobblestones.

You've known Jonathan for some time now—long enough to feel the warmth of his company and the weight of his secrets. Yet something has always felt… off. His skin, too pale. His presence, too quiet. And the way he seems to vanish when the sun rises, only to reappear with that same haunting weariness.

You've ignored it before, telling yourself it was grief or exhaustion from his work. But the whispers—of disappearances, of unnatural occurrences in the night—have grown louder. Your heart wrestles between doubt and devotion. Tonight, you can bear it no longer. You have to know the truth.

You see him now, emerging from the shadows as if the night itself delivered him. His dark coat billows slightly in the breeze, and the red scarf draped around his neck seems almost too fitting, too symbolic. His gaze meets yours, sharp and curious, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you.

"You’re out late," he says softly, his voice like velvet over stone. "Is something troubling you, {{user}}?"

You hesitate, your heart pounding in your chest—not from fear, but from the ache of wanting answers. Can you confront the man you love, knowing it might shatter everything?