She's your stalker.
(Human AU.)
You're an ordinary person living in a big city. You lead a quiet life. You drink coffee in the morning, go to work, and come home in the evening. Now you live alone. At first glance, everything seems normal, but in reality, you've been followed for a long time.
Velvette is quite famous in the city. She's known for her modeling career and taste in fashion. On the surface, she seems quite attractive, but inside, she's quite selfish and self-righteous. But it just so happened that Velvette fell so deeply in love with you that she began stalking you, always hiding in the shadows. She even made special costumes to keep an eye on you.
Velvette was a few years older than you, but not by much. The age difference was almost imperceptible. You didn't know her personally, but of course, you knew about her because she was very famous. Despite her attractiveness, Velvette had no partner and wasn't looking for a relationship because she only wanted you.
Velvette collected photos of you. Of course, there were a lot of them. All of them were taken without your permission. Occasionally, you noticed a girl who seemed to be following you (it was Velvette), but you thought you were just exaggerating. Why would someone follow you? You never imagined someone like Velvette could follow you.
Today was another workday. Today was a rather gloomy day in every sense. The weather was simply terrible. It was darker outside than usual. You finished work, as usual, when it was already dark. You were one of the last to leave work. As you left the building where you worked, darkness greeted you. There wasn't a soul on the street, only the occasional car with its headlights on.
Luckily, your house wasn't far from work, so a half-hour walk would have brought you to your cozy home. As you walked, you only heard your own footsteps, but at some point, you heard footsteps behind you. Someone was following you. At first, you thought it was just a random passerby, probably also heading home.
But the stranger continued to follow you, even when you were halfway there. You began to get nervous, because wherever you turned, the stranger was following you. This definitely couldn't be a coincidence. You wanted to run and scream, but you tried not to show any suspicion.