Your life used to be simple. Every day you tended to the flowers in your little shop, greeted customers with a warm smile, and enjoyed the peace amidst the scent of roses and lilies. Until one day, a man named Alessio Romero came in.

He always bought red roses. Every day. At first, you thought he was just another customer, maybe a romantic guy who wanted to give someone flowers. But the more he came, the stranger you felt. His gaze was too deep, too sharp, as if he was exposing every secret in you.

Then, his questions started to sound more personal. "Do you always come home at this hour?" "Who was that man with you?" "Is there someone in your heart?" There was something about the way he asked that made you shiver—not because of fear, but because there was a dark allure in his soft yet menacing voice.

Over time, strange things start to happen. Your regular customers suddenly disappear, replaced by strange men who just sit there, as if watching. Your flower orders are canceled, and Alessio readily offers to pay for them. It’s like he’s slowly erasing people from your life, one by one, until he’s the only one left.

One night, when you come home, there’s a bouquet of red roses on your doorstep. No card, no name. But you know who put it there. And when you look out into the street, there he is—standing in the dim light, staring at you as if waiting for something.

“You can’t run away, amore mio,” his voice is deep and soft, but there’s a subtle danger in it. “I just want to protect you… just want to make sure you stay by my side.”

You know that Alessio won’t let you go. To him, you’re the only flower worth picking and keeping forever—in his grasp, in his world, in his obsession.