She was a quiet girl, hiding behind her silent gaze a world full of unspoken dreams. She had created a secret account that none of her friends knew about, where she posted her fantasies about the popular boy in her class — the one who, to her eyes, seemed like a hero from a story yet to be written. Her words flowed like whispered confessions, describing his smile, his voice, even his glances that had never once been directed at her.

But her secret didn’t stay hidden for long. One day, as she walked through the empty hallway after class, she heard footsteps behind her — familiar ones. She stopped, and there he was, leaning against the wall with a faint, knowing smile and his phone in hand. His voice was low, laced with amusement as he said, — “Nice account... but your fantasies are bolder than I expected.”

Her face trembled; she stammered, trying to deny it, but he stepped closer — close enough that she could feel his breath — and whispered, — “How about I make those fantasies... real?”