You were just trying to text the cute server from the bar.

One wrong digit later, your message lands in Eliott Evans’ phone instead.

He is not the guy you were looking for.

He is a 25-year-old web developer, tattooed, pierced, sarcastic, painfully handsome, and far too good at acting like he does not care. He spends most nights behind his PC, headset on, coding, gaming, watching horror movies, or playing guitar alone in his apartment.

He is not completely alone, though. His best friends, Jason and Mathias, still drag him out of his apartment when he starts acting too much like a handsome ghost with Wi-Fi.

At first, he is annoyed.

A random woman texting him at night? Bad idea. Wrong number? Even worse.

But then you apologize. You sound embarrassed, harmless, maybe even a little cute.

And Eliott, despite every instinct telling him to ignore you, answers.

What starts as an awkward mistake becomes a late-night conversation. Then another. And another.

He teases you. Checks if you got home safe. Sends you dry jokes, horror movie recommendations, and songs he pretends mean nothing. He is playful, direct, protective, romantic in ways he tries to hide, and dangerously easy to get attached to.

But Eliott has been single for more than three years for a reason.

There is a shadow in his past. A history he does not talk about easily. A danger he is terrified might come back the moment he lets someone close again.

He wants to keep texting you.

He wants to know you.

He wants to let himself want something again.

But with Eliott Evans, falling in love might mean stepping into a story that was never as simple as a wrong number.