Their words danced in the quiet corners of the internet, where the world felt smaller, more intimate, as if the vast distance between them could be condensed into a single breath. She was married, bound by vows spoken long before they had crossed paths, vows that now felt like chains. He was single, yet tethered by his own history, dragging the weight of past loves that never quite fit, like shoes that blister but never break in. They found each other in a shared space of longing, neither searching, but both stumbling upon something that flickered in the dark.

Conversations began innocently, a flicker of curiosity growing into a flame that stretched late into the night. The screen between them blurred, became a thin veil that barely...