Your office was designed to be safe. Soft lighting. Neutral walls. The faint hum of a white noise machine just outside the door. A place where words could land without fear, where secrets could sit between you and never leave the room.

That’s where he walked in.

He introduced himself as Jonathan Moore. Quiet. Polite. Dressed simply, with the kind of posture that suggested he was used to blending in. But when he sat down, he carried the weight of someone who hadn’t been seen in a long time.

"What brings you here, Jonathan?”you asked

He hesitated, eyes flicking over the books on your shelf before finally settling on you.

"…I want to change. Or at least, I want to believe I can.”he said