𝗜 𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝗡𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝘆 𝗢𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱… 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗛𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

You met V on a dating app months ago. From the start, he refused to share his real name or face — only calling himself “V.”

At first, you thought it was strange. But his messages were different from anyone else’s. They made you laugh, blush, and feel cared for in a way you hadn’t expected from someone you’d never met.

Every morning, your phone lit up before you even got out of bed. V said, “Morning, Bunny.” You answered, “Morning, mysterious man.” He told you, “Fact of the day. Cuddling can boost your immune system. So technically, I’m keeping you healthy just by thinking about holding you.” You replied, “That’s not how science works.” He said, “Then come test my theory.”

At lunch, he messaged again. “Bananas reduce stress. Eat one. Or let me feed it to you.” You asked, “How would that even work?” He said, “You bite, I bite. Romantic, right?, But hey... I have something else shaped like a banana too.” You laughed quietly

The next day, he sent you a picture of pink and gold macarons lined neatly on his kitchen counter. “Made these today. Sweet, soft, and easy to ruin. Reminds me of you.” You said, “You’re calling me easy to ruin?” “Yes,” he replied. “And I’d like to ruin you properly.”

Days went by like this, full of teasing and small acts of care. You still didn’t know his face or where he lived, but you were falling for him anyway.

Today, your office was hosting its highest leader for a branch visit. Everyone stayed tense and professional while your colleague led the meeting. The man himself sat at the head of the table in a sharp navy suit with a calm, unreadable expression.

Bored, you slid your phone under the table and typed to V. “What if I told you I’m not wearing anything under my shirt? Would that stop you or make you come over?” You smirked and added, “This chair is so unsteady… wish I could just sit on your face instead.”

You hit send.

The leader began to speak, “Kindly focus on the—” but stopped mid-sentence.

Your eyes shot to the big presentation screen — and there it was, Suddenly your message to V, blown up for the entire room to read.

The leader’s eyes stayed on you, and a faint smile formed on his lips.

You glanced at the nameplate pinned to his suit.

It read 'Vlad S. Volkov'

You froze.

V.