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View More◆◆◆ Chapter 5 ◆◆◆ “I’ve noticed you since freshman year,” Darian said, standing in his penthouse, the city stretched out behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows. I couldn’t process his words. “That’s impossible. We never spoke until…” “The graduation party. I know.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking uncertain for the first time since this began. “You sat two rows behind me in Economics 101. You always arrived early, left late. You never raised your hand but I saw you mouthing the correct answers. You ate lunch alone on the south lawn every Tuesday and Thursday. You wore the same blue sweater every time it rained.” My throat tightened. “You’re saying you… stalked me?” “I’m saying I saw you, Jessica. While everyone else treated you like a vending machine for good grades, I saw you.” He stepped closer. “Do you know why I never approached you?” I shook my head. “Because you terrified me. Everyone else was so easy to read. They wanted status, connections, the right interns
◆◆◆ Chapter 4 ◆◆◆ Something shifted after the library. Darian didn’t just have my diary; he had a roadmap to my psyche, and he was methodical about following it. We started seeing each other regularly, though “seeing each other” felt inadequate for what we were doing. He was systematically bringing my fantasies to life, but between the encounters, we talked. About why I wrote them, what they meant, what I actually wanted versus what I thought I should want. “You fantasize about being watched because you’ve been invisible your whole life,” he said one evening over coffee. “You want people to see you, but only in contexts where you control the narrative.” “Are you psychoanalyzing me or seducing me?” “Both.” His smile was dangerous. “Page 23. Tomorrow night. Wear the black dress.” The next evening, we met at his apartment building, one of those luxury high-rises downtown with a glass elevator overlooking the city. At 11 PM, the lobby was deserted. “Get in,” he said, pressing the b
◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆ I lasted three days before I texted him. The words felt impossible to type: “Page five. The library. Tonight at closing.” His response was immediate: “I’ll be there.” The graduate library closed at midnight on weekends, and I’d written in my diary about how the fourth floor was always deserted after ten, how the study carrels in the back created a maze of privacy, how the thought of being taken there, where I’d spent so many lonely nights studying while everyone else was out living, held a certain poetic justice. I arrived at 11:30. He was already there, sitting in the exact carrel I’d described, reading my diary again. “You’re early,” I said, my voice barely audible. “So are you.” He set the diary down, his eyes traveling over me, from the dress I’d changed into three times, the heels I never wore, to the confidence I was desperately faking. “Nervous?” “Terrified,” I admitted. “Good.” He stood, closing the distance between us. “You wrote that you wanted to
◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆ I stood in the corner of Lucen Marr's penthouse, clutching a red solo cup I hadn't touched, watching my classmates celebrate our graduation with the ease of people who actually liked each other. Four years of being the go-to for study guides and homework help, yet somehow I'd still ended up here alone, nursing my social anxiety like it was a full-time job. "Jessica! Get over here!" someone called from the living room. My stomach dropped. They never called me over for anything good. The circle of graduates sat around an empty wine bottle, and I recognized the gleam in Taylor's eyes. It was the same look she'd had before asking me to write her economics paper last semester. This time, though, she wanted entertainment. "We're playing Truth or Dare," she announced, and the bottle spun directly toward me. I chose dare. Truth would have been worse. They might have asked why I never came to parties, why I ate lunch alone, why I couldn't just be normal. Taylor's smile






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