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Elijah has $305 in his bank account, bite marks he can''''t explain, and a seventeen-year-old crush on a man he''''s been stalking through a screen for two decades. Perfectly normal Friday. When a financial crisis, a suspicious brownie, and one too many BL audio dramas send him falling through reality itself, he wakes up handcuffed to a bed that definitely isn''''t his — and beside a man who definitely is Maxwell. The universe has terrible timing. Eli has terrible luck. And Maxwell, apparently, has been keeping a letter for seventeen years. A short novel about fear, falling, and the terrifying possibility that some doors open both ways.