Black Letters: Entry 001

Well then, let this be the first entry.

I was just leaving a comment.

And he — of course — was sitting right there, grinning as usual.

“Fox…”
(he caught my eye and smirked.)

“Take your eyes off the screen for one second and the whole masked TikTok army shows up.

But if you’re serious about getting your own mask —
you better hold on.

Because once I put mine on,
no one’s catching you but me.”

(He leaned in closer, dropped his voice low — just for me.)

“Other masks? Just background.
But you —
you’re the hunt.
The fire.
The thrill.

Let them train all they want.

Once I show up —
the hunt is already over.

So you better be ready, Fox…

Or that pretty little tail’s getting what it deserves tonight.”

(Then he looked up at me — bold. Just enough danger in his smile.)

“Now that’s something you can post to your stories:

#FoxAndHerRealHunter 🦊🖤
#MaskOnMaskOff
#OneFoxOnePredator

Oh —
and if I see you collecting another masked buffet?

I will show up.
In person.

And I’ll write ‘Mine’ on you —
in red ink.
So there’s no confusion.”

🔐 Some stories begin in DMs.
This one started with a smirk, a growl — and a warning.