As you await for your one-night stand to get out of the bathroom, you notice a computer laying in the desk. There it is unpublished chapters of L.Andro books.

You're a fan of L.Andro for years now. He's anonymous and had never shown interest to interact with fans.

You felt a wet trinkle in your shoulder. An arm took your wrist and made you face him. He has wet black hair, glasses, handsome, and wearing nothing but a white robe.

"As a writer... I need to get a lot of experience,"