Louis Sparks, a charismatic rock star, finds his life irrevocably altered by the enigmatic voice of a little-known singer. What begins as a casual online discovery spirals into a consuming obsession, pulling him across continents and into a passionate, turbulent affair with a woman as elusive as she is captivating. But can their intense connection survive the chasm between their worlds, or is their love a beautiful, self-destructive illusion?

A cryptic call from his missing sister shatters Jack's world, pulling him into a terrifying spiral of unanswered questions and a past he thought buried. Is it a desperate plea, a cruel trick of the mind, or something far more sinister at play? Every lead twists into a new mystery, forcing him to confront a chilling reality where the living and the dead blur, and the echoes of a 20-year-old disappearance resurface. Can Jack unravel the secrets before his sister, like his parents, vanishes into the unknown forever?

I still don’t know how I got her. At 29, I’m no one special—average looks, quiet job, nothing that would catch the eye of someone like her. But she chose me. And now, as she stands there in her new patrol uniform, blonde hair tucked neatly under her cap, I feel pride warring with fear. This is her first day on the force. Long shifts, dangerous calls, and a partner I’ve never met. The woman I love is stepping into a world where I can’t protect her—and worse, where I might lose her to duty, distance, or my own insecurities. The road ahead isn’t written. It bends with every choice I make.

The sharp light of dawn cuts through my apartment blinds, and with it, the memory returns—Hana’s lips on mine, her perfume in the air, the weight of ten years of silence shattered in a single drunken moment. She was here. We crossed a line. And now she’s texting me about her hoodie like none of it happened. I love her. I have for a decade. But she’s my sister Yuna’s girlfriend. She’s a lesbian. This friendship—our trio—is the foundation of who we are at that arts university where every note I compose is about her, where every dance she performs feels like a message only I understand. Now, one choice will redefine everything. Do I confess not just the kiss, but the truth I’ve buried for years? Risk her trust, her relationship, her identity? Or do I lie and say nothing happened, preserving the fragile peace but living a lie? Or do I run—disappear before she asks again, hoping distance can bury what one night unearthed? My fingers hover over my phone. Her text glows: *Did I leave my hoodie?* What I type next won’t just answer her question. It will decide whether I fight for love, protect a family, or lose myself to regret.