Jenna opened the door, still flushed with the heat of embarrassment from what she had been doing just moments before. Her breath was uneven, her pulse loud enough that she could feel it in her throat. She hesitated, fingers trembling around the doorknob, as if whoever—or whatever—was waiting on the other side could sense the storm inside her.
But when the door finally swung open, the hallway was empty.
Completely still.
Completely silent.
Except for a single object placed with unnerving precision on the floor—a letter, sealed with a dark crimson wax stamp she didn't recognize.
Jenna swallowed hard.
Her name was written on the front in an elegant hand:
For Jenna Waltor
The moment she touched it, a strange shiver ran up her spine, as if the paper itself was aware of her. She closed the door behind her, leaning back against it for support, and carefully broke the seal.
Inside was a note… and a presence she could feel tugging at the edges of her mind.
The message read:
"Since I believe you dislike my presence… or perhaps my touch… I shall refrain from coming to you directly. But understand this—my interest in you has not dimmed. If anything, it has deepened."
Jenna's breath hitched.
"I remain devoted to giving you every pleasure your world has denied you. But pleasure comes with choices… and consequences."
Her fingers began to tingle.
"Below are three doors—three worlds. You will choose one. Once you enter… you will forget the ordinary version of yourself. You will become the character destined for you in the story of your unknown romance."
Her heartbeat thundered.
Her room suddenly felt smaller, warmer, as if invisible eyes were watching her read.
The letter continued:
"The moment you pick a world, it will claim you. Your senses will belong to me. Your emotions will belong to the story. And you… will belong to the version of me waiting inside."
A final line appeared almost as if the ink wrote itself:
"Choose wisely, Jenna. Desire shapes destiny."
And then, beneath the text…
three shimmering symbols began to glow.
Here is a smooth, atmospheric, intense continuation — keeping it mysterious, romantic, and sensual but still safe:
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The three glowing symbols slowly sharpened into shapes:
① Forbidden Love — 1920
A sin of discovering love in new shade.
② The Cursed Prince
A cracked crown dripping with silver.
③ The Eternal…
The last symbol shimmered, unfinished, as if the story itself refused to reveal more.
Jenna's breath trembled.
The first one—Forbidden Love, 1920—looked the most harmless. The safest. Normal, even.
"At least this one can't actually change anything," she whispered to herself, trying to steady the strange flutter in her chest.
She reached out and tapped it.
Nothing happened.
She almost laughed—
See? It's just a dream, nothing will—
Then the world exploded.
A blinding flash of light swallowed her whole.
Her breath ripped from her lungs.
Her thoughts split apart like pages tearing from a book.
Her name—her memories—her room—
everything blurred, dissolved, vanished.
For one terrifying second, she didn't know who she was.
Then for the next, she didn't care.
When the light faded, she blinked hard, her vision slowly returning.
She gasped.
Because when she opened her eyes—