𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗋

The evening mail lay scattered on Sariyah's kitchen counter, a mundane collection of bills and flyers. She almost missed it—a plain, unstamped envelope, her name penned in careful, unfamiliar script. A prickle of curiosity, then unease, crept through her as she tore it open. The faint scent of an unknown cologne wafted from the single sheet of paper inside.

Her eyes scanned the neat cursive: "You are the brightest part of my day... I don't need you to write back. Just know that someone in this world cherishes you more than you'll ever understand."

No signature. No hint. Sariyah stared, her heart giving a strange flutter against her ribs. A secret admirer? The idea was both flattering and deeply unsettling. She glanced around her quiet apartment, suddenly hyper-aware of the silence. She had no idea this was only the beginning.