The car stopped in front of his penthouse. The driver stepped out, walked around, and opened the door for her. As she got out, he bowed politely before getting back into the car and driving away, leaving her all alone outside the towering building.
Her phone buzzed with a soft ting. She pulled it out slowly, already knowing who it was. Her eyes scanned the screen⸺it was a message. Just a series of numbers: the digits to unlock the penthouse.
Hi, I’m Taevya. Writing has always been my way of understanding emotions and exploring the complexities of relationships. I love telling stories about people who are imperfect, passionate, and trying to find their way through life’s twists and turns. My stories often revolve around love, misunderstandings, and the kind of connections that challenge and change us. I believe in creating characters who feel real and crafting moments that make you laugh, cry, and maybe even see a little of yourself in them. Thank you for being here and sharing this journey with me. I hope my stories bring you as much joy and inspiration as they bring me.
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