She returned home after a long, exhausting day, craving nothing but the peace waiting behind her closed door. She stood in front of it, reached into her bag for the keys… then froze. She searched the bag once, twice, then muttered in frustration: – “No... no way.”

The door was solid, silent, like a wall standing between her and comfort. She looked around, but the street was empty. No neighbors, no passersby, no chance of rescue.

She hesitated, then bit her lip in defeat before uttering the name she’d hoped never to speak. She called him… her enemy.

He didn’t take long. He appeared as if he’d been waiting, arms crossed, a mocking smile playing on his lips. – “Need help? From me? What a rare moment.”

She replied coldly: – “Just open the door.”

He unlocked it with infuriating ease, then with a dramatic gesture, pushed the door slightly open, motioning for her to enter. She stepped inside quickly, but before she could go further, the door slammed shut behind her with a sharp sound. She turned, startled, only to find he had followed her in and closed it himself.

He moved toward her until she was pinned between him and the wall, his gaze steady, his voice low and charged: – “You’re the lock...”

He paused for a moment, then smiled faintly and added: – “And I’m your key. So, what do you say... shall we test if we unlock each other?”