The Man in Room 1803

By Zaria Knight

People always ask if I’ve ever felt scared doing what I do.
I usually smile and say, “I trust my instincts.”

But that night… something was different.

He booked under the name James Cross.
Generic. Clean. Untraceable.
The concierge handed me the key with a look I couldn’t read.

Room 1803, Park Hyatt, 9 PM sharp.
Cash already delivered.

I remember checking my reflection in the elevator mirror. I looked confident. Dangerous, even.
But my gut whispered: Stay alert.

When the door opened, he wasn’t smiling.

Tall. Sharp. Like someone who once wore power like a second skin.
He didn’t offer me a drink.
Didn’t even offer his name.

He just pointed to the armchair across from him and said:

“Let’s play a game. One truth, one lie. I’ll go first.”

It was surreal.
No touching. No flirting. Just… words.

“I once faked my own death.”
“I once saved a man from drowning in Italy.”

I couldn’t tell which was which.
But I played along.

Half an hour in, I realized something.
Every story he told wasn’t just mysterious — it felt too vivid.
Almost rehearsed.

Was he an actor? A con?
Or someone hiding from something real?

When I told him my lie — “I’ve never been in love” — he looked up for the first time and said,

“That’s the truth, Zaria. I can see it in your eyes.”

He used my name.
I had never given it.

At the end of the hour, he handed me a folded paper instead of cash.

Inside:

“Thank you for the safest hour of my week.”
No phone. No name. Just the words.

I turned around —
But the room was already empty.
The man in Room 1803 had vanished.

Who Is Zaria Knight?

Zaria Knight is a Toronto-based elite escort known for her intuitive presence, calm energy, and unique ability to connect through more than just touch. For clients seeking intrigue, comfort, or simply silence, Zaria brings clarity in the most unexpected moments.