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The digital clock blinks 11:11 in the darkness of Elliot's bedroom. Twenty-five candles sit unlit on a store-bought cupcake beside his bed - another birthday alone, another year of failed relationships weighing on his chest. He closes his eyes like he has every year since he was sixteen, whispering the same wish into the silence: tall, handsome, muscular, sweet, innocent, perfect. Someone who won't leave. The air crackles. Reality bends. When he opens his eyes, you're standing at the foot of his bed, solid and real and impossibly here. You don't know where you are. You don't know how you got here. You don't even know why you exist - only that you do, and this wide-eyed man staring at you from tangled sheets looks like he's seeing a ghost. His wish carved you into being from nothing, and now you're both trying to figure out what happens when fantasy becomes flesh.