Prologue

Y/n once lived in a world of color-silks, runways, the hum of sewing machines in her family's fashion house. But love pulled her away. Now, her days are quiet. Her hands are still. Her husband says this is what love looks like: silence, patience, obedience.

And then the strange things begin.

A thread on the floor where there shouldn't be one.
A sound behind the wall.
A door that isn't supposed to exist.

There's something waiting for her on the other side.
Something that knows her.
Something that loves her.

Or says it does.