✍️ Black Letters | PRE ↯ entry_001.txt

Secret Dossier | ✍️ Black Letters | PRE ↯ entry_001.txt

This file contains multiple fragments from the Black Letters archive.
Read with caution — not every truth arrives whole.

Date: 06.11.2025
Agent: Vixen

⫸ fragment_001.1 | Initial Incident

Well then, let this be the first entry.

We weren’t supposed to be there.
And definitely not together.

But curiosity is louder than reason.

We heard footsteps before we saw him—
some guy grabbed my arm like he owned the night.

Eyes sharp. Grip too tight.

I froze.
Completely.
Breath caught in my throat.

But my boyfriend’s brother didn’t hesitate.
No warning. No doubt. He stepped in, took control, and dragged me into the dark— like he already knew how this would end.

And maybe he did.
Because the look he gave me—
wasn’t “are you okay?”

“You were never really his… were you?”

I didn’t answer.
Didn’t know how.
Adrenaline made it all blur.

He pulled me down, into the shadow of the wall.
His breath brushed the back of my neck.

Then he whispered:

— Did you see it? On his arm…
“No one. With no one.”

And it hit me harder than his grip ever could.

Because it wasn’t a threat.
It was worse.

A sentence:

“Even if he stays — it won’t be for long.”

And I didn’t realize who he really was
until I was back home.

Under my blanket.
Still shaking.

⫸ fragment_001.2 | Confrontation

I knew he would come.
But I hoped he wouldn’t.

Next day delivery.
No call. No warning. Just him at the door.

Morning. I was in my robe, coffee half-made, nerves already shot.
Pretending it was just another quiet morning.
No defense. No excuse.
Trying to feel safe in my own house.

“Vixen. What the hell?”

I stay silent.
Pretending I’m ashamed.
I’m not.

“You weren’t supposed to be there.
Why do you always get involved?”

I keep my voice low. Careful.

“I never saw that tattoo on you before.”

I said it on purpose.
Just to see what would crack—his temper or his mask.

“Don’t change the subject.
If I see you there again… I’ll make you pay.
And I don’t care about your boyfriend.
He’ll agree with me.”

I want to laugh.
Not because it’s funny—
but because this is who he is.
And I already knew it.

I don’t flinch.
I don’t reply.
But I don’t look away either.

Because fear isn’t weakness.
Sometimes it’s just… information.

I let him finish his little speech.

And in my head—
one line echoes, sharper than his rules:

Who the hell does he think he is to tell me what to do?
He’s not even my friend.

★

🔐 Not love. Not friendship.
Just a warning—and a door that should’ve stayed closed.

⫸ fragment_001.3 | Aftermath / Unconfirmed

A true psychological story I never thought I’d tell.
Too true, honestly.

Did I listen to him?
No.

What happened after that—
I won’t post it on social media.
Most likely… never.

In the book?
Maybe.
But I’m not sure I have the courage to show it.

Let’s just say this:
It’s not about love.
And it’s definitely not what you think.

He was my boyfriend’s friend.
Older. Trained.
More dangerous.

And a month later—
I went back.
Different place.
Different kind of mess.
My conscious choice.

★

🔐 And when he caught me again…
it still doesn’t let me rest.