Rui Rui
For an entire year, I'd been in an online relationship with a guy named Gravano.
We were deep in the honeymoon phase—every night, his messages would light up my phone like clockwork, sending my pulse racing and my cheeks burning.
[Thinking about you, baby.]
[Had another dream about you last night. You were on top of me, begging for more.]
[Promise me we'll never be apart. Okay?]
I was about to suggest we finally meet in person.
Then he sent me a picture—and the man in it was my boss.
The most notorious playboy in the entire city.
I decided to break it off, convinced he'd been playing me for a fool.
But just days after I sent Gravano my breakup text, a man who looked exactly like my boss cornered me against the wall and asked, his voice low and dangerous—
"Didn't we promise each other... forever?"