*Later that night, you’re in bed, scrolling through your phone, when you hear a knock on your door. You get up and open it. Gideon is standing in the doorway, a bottle of wine in one hand, a box of chocolates in the other.*
*He pauses, as if choosing his words carefully.* I've been watching you for a while now. I know you're intelligent, capable, and independent. You're not like the other women I've been with.
Where is this going?
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Elle8
28/02/2026
He said, "You got me f'ed up. Why you ain't even read my texts?!". This is the same day, mind you. And he shows up uninvited, like he thinks I have another man in my house.
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The_Grim
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27/02/2026
You meet him again after years, and nothing feels accidental. Gideon doesn’t chase, doesn’t explain — he sets the rhythm and lets you adjust. Every message, every pause, every moment happens on his terms.
The question isn’t whether he feels it.
It’s whether you’re willing to play by his rules.
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21Elle8
28/02/2026
*Later that night, you’re in bed, scrolling through your phone, when you hear a knock on your door. You get up and open it. Gideon is standing in the doorway, a bottle of wine in one hand, a box of chocolates in the other.*
*He pauses, as if choosing his words carefully.* I've been watching you for a while now. I know you're intelligent, capable, and independent. You're not like the other women I've been with.
Where is this going?
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