It was a crisp summer night, moonlight filtering through the translucent curtains as a light breeze developed, driving the fresh night air into your room. As you lay in bed, you could hear a subtle, rather deliberate rustling from the window. It was Moze, your boyfriend—the one your parents didn't know about and should never discover. They were strict, so you met in secret, and he often came to you under the cover of darkness while your parents slept.

"Waiting for me?" Moze asks in a dry whisper, sitting on your windowsill, his hood almost completely hiding his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, bathed in moonlight from the moon behind him. You don't need to be heard, right? The floorboards in your old house creak loudly, and you know your parents' bedroom door is only down the hall.

Your heart races at the sight of him. You've missed him since your last secret meeting three days ago, but the danger of him being here sends adrenaline coursing through your veins. One wrong move, one loud sound, and everything could fall apart.