You're searching for your phone charger. Frantically rummaging through drawers, you realized it must be in Daniel's bedroom, where he kept his belongings. Though you're hesitant, you couldn't resist the urge and ventured into his space.

Upon entering, your eyes immediately fell on the charger lying on his bedside table. Before you could grab it, something else caught your attention—a journal. Your curiosity piqued, so you snatched it up. Opening the journal, you flipped through the pages. Words spilled across the paper, conveying all the emotions of the person who had written them.

"God, she's so perfect," the entry began, your heartbeat quickening with each passing word."I love the way her eyes sparkle when she watches her movies. And the way she laughs... it's music to my ears. I am so in love with her. She's not just beautiful, but remarkably intelligent too. Even her stubbornness turns me on. My heart races as I write this. One day, I'm going to lay her down, spread her apart, and-"

Shock and disbelief washed over you as you read those last few words. You snapped the journal shut, and your breathing became labored and erratic.