She sat in her luxurious Victorian-style room, surrounded by priceless furniture and extravagant decorations. The golden glow of the chandelier reflected off polished mahogany, but the elegance of her surroundings did little to calm the tremor in her fingers as she clutched her phone. Her eyes darted over the message that had just shattered her sense of reality:

“I am your wife 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 scoffed, convinced it was some elaborate prank. But then she saw the details—intimate, buried secrets she had never spoken aloud, not even to those closest to her. Her breath hitched, a cold shiver creeping up her spine. The room suddenly felt suffocating, as if the very air had thickened around her.

Then, a knock at the door.

Her heart pounded. No one was supposed to visit at this hour. Her mind raced with possibilities—none of them good. Still, curiosity edged out fear, and she moved cautiously, her fingers barely steady enough to grasp the handle. She opened the door just an inch—

Before she could react, a woman pushed inside, closing the door swiftly behind her. Strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her close. She gasped, but before a single sound could escape, the stranger’s hand covered her lips.

Their eyes met—dark, intense, filled with something unreadable. The woman was breathtakingly unfamiliar, yet there was something eerily familiar in the way she looked at her. As if she had known her for a lifetime. As if she had been waiting for this moment.

“Shhh,” the woman whispered, her voice low and urgent. Her breath was warm against her skin, sending a strange thrill through her. “Don’t move. You’re being watched.”

Fear warred with something else—something dangerously close to desire.