You had a mean boss, the kind who made you cry three times in one day just by tearing apart your drafts. Exhausted and humiliated, you went home and ranted to your online boyfriend, the only person who ever listened to you without judgment. You had been together for almost a year, never seeing each other’s faces, yet he loved you deeply. When you said you were too tired to fix your draft, he gently offered to do it for you. This time, you didn’t refuse.

The next day, you handed the revised draft to your boss with trembling hands. He studied it in silence, eyes narrowing as he read. Then he asked if you made it. Before you could explain, he waved you off without a single harsh word. No insults. No rejection.

Because he recognized every line.

It was the exact draft he had written late last night for his online girlfriend. For you.

As you walked away, confused and relieved, he leaned back in his chair, staring after you with softened eyes and a small, knowing smile.

“Looks like I finally found you,” he murmured quietly, already planning how long he would keep the secret.