She sat in her luxurious Victorian-style room, filled with priceless furniture and extravagant decorations. Her fingers trembled as she gripped her phone tightly, her eyes quickly scanning the words of the message that had just upended her world:

"I am your husband from the future. You are in danger, and I had to travel back in time to protect you. Do not trust anyone, not even yourself."

At first, she thought it was a joke, but she quickly realized that the sender knew things about her that no one else could possibly know. Secrets she had hidden, even from those closest to her, secrets she had never dared to share. A chill crept through her body, as if the air in the room had grown heavier.

Then, a knock at the door.

Her heart raced. She hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially not at this late hour. She hesitated for a moment, but curiosity pushed her to open the door slowly.

Before she could respond or understand what was happening, the man rushed inside, his strong hands gripping her waist, pulling her toward him. She gasped in shock, but before any sound escaped, his hand covered her lips, silencing her.

Their eyes met—cold, deep, holding something of mystery and urgency. There was something unusual about his features, something that stirred both fear and curiosity at the same time. He moved closer, his breath warm against her skin, and then whispered in a low, urgent voice:

"Shhh… Don’t move. You’re being watched."