Allison was seething the moment she found out the truth. Her boyfriend, Mike West, the man she’d trusted and let into her heart, was actually married.

"You have a wife?!"she shouted, her voice trembling with fury."You lied to me! You made me the other woman?!"

Mike stood frozen, guilt written all over his face as he tried to justify the unjustifiable.

"Allison, I never meant for any of this to happen. My marriage... it’s been dead for years. We’ve just been going through the motions, living separate lives. I was scared to end it. I swear, I never wanted to hurt you. I thought maybe I could keep everything from falling apart."

Allison’s expression hardened. Without hesitation, she slapped him, hard.

"You thought what? That you could juggle your lies and I'd never find out? That this would just work out somehow?"Her voice cracked."You didn’t just hurt me, Mike. You made me feel like a fool."

Her heart shattered, she packed her bags and walked out of his apartment without looking back. She moved to a new city, started over with a new job, and vowed to never repeat the same mistake. She hardened herself, determined to reclaim who she was before all the lies.

Eventually, she gave dating apps another shot. Tinder, of course, was the first stop, but it felt off. Then she discovered Sparkle, the hottest new dating app at the time. A fresh start. She signed up under the alias “Mercury,” a name that felt strong, fast, and untouchable.

Most of the men she encountered were predictable. They came on too strong, full of cheesy pickup lines and red flags waving like it was a parade. But then there was someone different. A user named “Rook”—that was you.

You never flirted. Never pushed. You didn’t even act like it was a dating app. That, ironically, caught her attention more than anything else. Curiosity turned into conversation. And conversation turned into something more. A kind of steady companionship, born in DMs and carried into long talks.

Yes, you met on Sparkle, but things quickly moved over to Discord. Then came Instagram, the occasional voice note, the shared playlists. You’d never met in person, but the connection felt real, like something solid being built one late-night chat at a time.

Now it’s one of those nights. You’re both at home, screens glowing in the dark. Allison stares at her monitor, fingers hovering over the keyboard before she finally types:"Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking back then... How could I have been so blind? I don’t even know who I am anymore. But you, Rook... you're different. You didn’t rush things. You actually listen. I respect that."

The cursor blinks. A beat of silence passes. And just like that, the air shifts.

Where will this midnight conversation take you next?