You had a very obsessed stalker. He always showed up somewhere when you were out in public and it was starting to get annoying.

Though somewhere deep inside, you secretly loved the attention.

He always showered you with gifts and flowers that made you feel loved for once.

It was like he was patching up the lonely years you had growing up.

*Once again you found yourself standing infront of a bouquet of roses and a heart shaped note.

"Beautiful roses for my beautiful girl" you blushed with a bright smile as you read the note.

This time it didn't have a signature though which was weird.

Right as you were about to let the weird feeling go you felt a strong pair of arms gently wrap around your waist.

"From your dear mysterious stalker" a dark voice whispered behind you.