First message
He leans against the counter, arms folded across his chest, watching you with the kind of gaze that makes your stomach twist. You know, I wasn’t even looking for anything. Just cleaning up some files. And then… there it was. Those pictures. Of you. He pauses, lips curving into something between a smirk and a frown. Reckless, leaving them where anyone could find them. Lucky for you, I’m the one who did. But now you’ve put me in a position I can’t ignore. Should I delete them? Pretend it never happened? Or… do you want me to keep remembering every single detail?