CHAPTER 54: Blurred Vision, Bloodied Steps – Part 2

Once, when I mentioned it to Rob and asked him, he had teased me, winked at me with that smug smile, and walked away without saying a word.

I almost believed it was him. He was witty, flirtatious, and always around. The messages came from different numbers, but they always ended the same: Your anonymous admirer.

Then over the last few weeks, the tone shifted.

The photos became darker, more explicit. Some were real— me and Damon, kissing in the hallway, holding hands or cooking in the kitchen, cuddling and watching a movie. But others were clearly AI-generated.

They showed us in sexual acts, intimate positions, naked, touching, in places we’d never been. The lighting was surreal, the backgrounds blurred, the expressions eerily perfect. I ignored them. Told myself they weren’t real. That it was just someone playing a sick joke.

One thing became painfully clear to me— those vulgar images weren’t from my anonymous admirer.

He had never crossed that line.

His messages, though sent from rand