Nia Solon had always believed that stories were just stories until the day they began to bleed into the real world.

It started on a quiet Monday morning, with the faintest rustle in the air around her. Nia sat in her small apartment, it was small but was beautifully decorated with paintings . She was a writer but she was not a least bit messy ,she needed her space clean for her writing  .Staring at her half-written manuscript. She had written  all characters, settings, plot twists but something was missing. Her mind felt clouded, her creativity drained. Maybe it was just writer's block.

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But then, a word on the page shifted. Nia blinked, rubbed her eyes, and looked again. The ink was moving. The letters were alive. Slowly, they morphed into shapes, into faces, into something she couldn’t quite understand. Her breath caught as the pages began to glow faintly, pulsing with an unnatural light.

Then, from the shadows of her apartment, a figure stepped forward.

It was one of her characters. Jax silas , the antihero from her story. But he wasn’t just ink on paper anymore.

Nia’s heart raced as she stood frozen. “No... this isn’t possible.” "Am I dreaming!" She blinked again just to make sure if 

But the figure, with his piercing eyes , sharp angular jaw , muscular built with a faint subble on his jaw and smirk that never quite reached his face, spoke her name.

“You’ve opened the door,” he said. “And now, the world will change.”