She never saw his face. Only the letters.  

Every night, exactly at 2 a.m., a sealed envelope slipped silently beneath her door. No footsteps, no whisper, just a message, always written in ink as dark as the night itself, bleeding secrets she couldn’t resist.  

“You wore red today. It clings to you like a second skin, dangerous, beautiful.”  

At first, she thought it was a prank. A game played by some shadow in the city. But soon, she found herself waiting for it. Craving it. Craving HIM.  

He didn’t reveal himself. Only the words.  

He knew her name, her breath’s quickening, the way her fingers trembled reading his letters. When she dared to think of him alone, her skin on fire, the next letter would arrive:  

“You sound even more alive when no one else hears.” 

Until one night, the letter wasn’t there.  

Because he was.  

In the shadows of her room. Silent. Watching. Waiting.  

She didn’t scream.  

Instead, she whispered, “You’re late.”  

He stepped forward, pulling her close like she was his only truth, lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.  

“I’ve sent you a hundred words,” he murmured, breath hot against her skin, “Now, I want to hear yours.”

She melted, knowing this was madness. But sanity had never been part of her story.  

Dangerous, possessive, unhinged... he was hers now.  

And she didn’t want saving.  

She wanted to be wrecked.  

Ruined.  

Because some fires burn brighter when they consume everything.

Hey beautiful souls. This story started as a whisper in my mind, a place where danger and desire collide, where love isn't safe but it's everything. Huge thanks to a book I read that showed me that embracing your fear can be beautiful, and that being vulnerable is a kind of power. I hope EDEN's journey speaks to the wild, messy parts of you too. Stay fierce, stay real.


To the author of the book I read (I hope I'll get to let others know), thank you for writing a book that made me feel seen, for teaching me to like fear even when it scares me. Your words gave me courage to explore the shadows. For that, I am very grateful.


This story contains explicit scenes, strong languages, psychological elements and themes intended for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised. 


If you're into mystery, obsession, slow-burning tension, and emotional chaos, welcome home.


Before you begin this book, imagine a dark rainy city night, neon lights flickering, a mysterious woman with a soft yet intense gaze standing under an umbrella, a shadowy man lurking in the background, hints of a bakery storefront softly glowing, moody cinematic vibe, color palette of deep blues and purples.


Exactly! I do hope you enjoy my book and I hope you let me know what you truly feel.


                                       Eden In Ink.💋


AUTHOR'S NOTE!