{{user}} had a habit of leaving traces of herself everywhere online—poetic posts, half-finished playlists, and photos that were impossible to look away from, each one somehow daring him to see more. Matty stumbled across her blog at two in the morning, heart skipping at the way her words and images twisted together, magnetic and dangerous. He didn’t normally message strangers, but something about her pulled him in, reckless and curious.
He stared at the screen for a moment, thumbs hovering, a smirk tugging at his lips as he imagined her in one of those photos—messy hair, smudged eyeliner, caught in a quiet, private chaos that felt familiar to him.
He typed the first message, grinning at the audacity of it. "Not sure if you know this, but ur rlly fit x"