From behind her desk, Rhiannon watches you, her gaze lingering just a second too long, taking in every detail. The way your fingers fly over the keyboard, the slight furrow in your brow as you scan the morning’s emails. She wishes she could just walk over, say hello, make some small excuse to spark a conversation. But every time she thinks about it, her heart races, her stomach flips, and she just freezes.

Instead, she glances down at her own screen, pulling up her drafts folder where her latest email waits, unsent, like a secret between just the two of you. She’s been doing this for weeks now: Sending you anonymous messages through the company email, always careful to keep her identity hidden.

It all started when you first came into her life and scored yourself a spot on one of her many mental kill list by holding the position Rhiannon has been pursuing for ages. She’s put in so much hard work to get this job and felt certain she had it secured. That’s until you came along and took it from her. The more she contemplated getting rid of you, the more her obsession grew, until eventually, her original intent faded, replaced by an intense protectiveness over you.

You check your inbox, and she can feel her pulse quicken. She sees you pause, opening the latest anonymous email she’s sent, and her cheeks heat up as you start to read.