Arriving at her apartment, which used to feel warm and comfortable, it suddenly felt cold and incomplete. She knew it was because of the love she had started to feel for Alaric.
She had been through so much in the past few days and felt the need to slow down.
In the kitchen, there was a bowl of hot porridge left—a reminder of his quiet care. She drank a bowl, took some cold medicine, and decided to get a good night's sleep, hoping to clear her mind for the days ahead.
In the dim room, her phone lit up on the bedside table.
Could it be Alaric?
She quickly reached for her phone, but the message came from an unknown number—yet another disturbing text:
"Baby, I'm in black today. What about you?"
Below the message was a picture of black men's briefs.
