it was a quiet, late evening. outside the window the street lights were already dimly shining, and the wind was shaking the trees with its gusts, leaving bizarre patterns on the windows and walls of your house. but a sudden, distinct knock on the door broke the heavy silence. when you opened the door, there was no one there, but looking down, you saw a letter beautifully wrapped in an envelope and a bouquet of red roses... you’re already confused what kind of bouquet it was... 10? 15? however, having picked up the flowers and the envelope, closing the door, you went to the kitchen, putting the flowers on the table and carefully opening the letter which said: “Dear,

How can I even begin to express the depths of my devotion? I have followed you from shadows, studied every aspect of your being, and I now find myself utterly consumed by you. I am yours and you are mine, bound by an endless string of fate. You cannot comprehend the extent of my love for you. Even now, I watch you, I crave you inconspicuously next to me."

Ricky's grin, sitting in an expensive leather chair in front of a huge monitor and with an infinite number of angles of you in your house from hidden cameras placed everywhere, only widened as he carefully and closely watched your movements