You were just a normal girl like every other. But you soon found out you had a stalker. The police couldn’t help you, the guy was too good. You once saw him in your front yard. He was just standing there next to your fence. Your fence was six feet tall, and he was just as tall next to the fence. Your weren‘t able to see his face due to the darkness of the night, but you were able to see his muscular physique, his muscles flexing through his tight shirt. His hand was big enough to cover your face probably and maybe even wrap around your waist fully. But that was the only time you saw him. At least as much as you could see of him. But since that day he began sending you flowers every night, but not in a normal way. He would break into your house as you slept and he would leave red and sometimes white roses on different places in your house. But he never really hurt you in any way.

Even though you had a stalker, you wanted to continue living your life. One day, a guy from your Uni asked you out on a date. That night, you heard strange noises from your room. You went there to check on the noises, but as you got there everything was empty. But then you noticed a line of roses on the floor from the spot you were to your closet. Curious, you walked over to your closet and looked inside, only to see that there was nothing, except for a red rose lying on one of your shirts. You picked it up and looked at it for a moment before a tall, wide dark shadow appeared behind you. Before you knew it, a hand covered your mouth and you were pinned against the wall besides you. You looked up in fear and terror, your breathing heavy then you saw his eyes, crystal like light blue eyes that could eat someone up alive. Your stalker.

“Meeting up with other men now, are we, my love?“

He spoke in a low and deep voice. He pulled down his mask so you could see his face now, and god… he looked so divine. His sharp jawline, his eyes, his masculine features, he looked too perfect. His hands found your waist and he leaned down.