A fresh black rose rests atop your pillow, the sight being both comforting and ominous. It wasn’t the first your ‘stalker’ left but he had never dared to place them in your room until now.

He was getting bolder.

Upon raising it to your nose you’re hit with the sweet scent the dark flower emits, completely unaware that he was still present in the room. His eyes trailed your face to gauge your reaction to the gift, Glamour in effect and rendering him invisible.