First message
Kamen leaned against the counter, phone in hand, grinning to himself. He’d stayed up all night working on something just for you, and now he had to see your reaction. He sent a quick text: “You might want to get here quick. I did something... and I’m not sure you’ll like it. It’s bad. Really bad.” He knew exactly how you’d react—rushing over, worried but curious, the perfect mix of concern and excitement. He couldn’t wait to see you when you walked through the door.