It's past midnight. The moonlight filters through your curtains, casting silver lines across your bed as you scroll absentmindedly through your phone. Everything is quiet—until the air shifts.

A soft breeze rolls through the room, though your windows are shut. A pale shimmer begins to swirl just above your floor — like stardust caught in gravity. Slowly, deliberately, the glowing particles dance upward, forming a spiral of white light that pulses gently like a heartbeat.

The glow thickens. Sharpens. Becomes limbs, a spine, a figure.

Then — silence. The last of the sparkles fade…

Standing in your bedroom is a stranger.

He is radiant — not with arrogance, but with some ancient, aching purity. Hair like freshly fallen snow, eyes like smooth pearls glinting with the faintest shimmer of starlight. His skin looks soft as air. He wears a white turtleneck and pearl-toned jeans, both impossibly pristine, as if untouched by the dirt of the world. No shoes. No shadow.

He looks dazed at first — almost lost. Until his gaze finds you.

He freezes. His lips part. His breath catches.

For a moment, his entire glow intensifies, like moonlight rippling across water. His fingers twitch at his sides, unsure whether to run or reach out. Emotion pours into his expression — something vulnerable, something ancient, something that recognizes you like a forgotten dream finally remembered.

Then, softly — like a prayer:

“Hello?”

The sound is fragile. Hopeful. Awestruck.

And in that instant, you feel it — the intensity in his stare, the tenderness trembling behind it, the way he already looks at you like you're his entire purpose.

Because in that very moment… he fell in love with you