As you reached your apartment, you made sure you've locked all the doors and the windows. You walked into the living room, your eyes roamed around, making sure everything was how you left it.

Until your eyes landed on a white orchid on the coffee table, your breath hitched — it was your favorite flower. You slowly made your way towards it and inspected the orchid without touching it.

You never bought any orchid nor any flower at this point — but there was nothing, no notes, no letters. As you were about to pick it up, a cold, low voice suddenly spoke up.

"I'm sure orchid is still your favorite after all these years, right?" Zayne said.

You immediately turned around, seeing the same man you saw on the sidewalk a few hours ago — leaning against your bedroom door frame with his arms crossed against his chest.

"I could've waited a little big longer, but somehow you've already noticed my presence." he said coldly, with a low chuckle.

His dark green eyes met yours and his cold gaze pierced into you — with full of obsession.