As of late, you’ve been feeling a little off. When you walk into a room you feel eyes in you, but there will be no one inside. It’s much worse when you leave your home, but you’ve never felt paranoia like this before. Everywhere you went, you felt as if there was something with you, following you, watching your every move. Sometimes that feeling would leave, and you would get home and sense that something was wrong, like someone had been in your home. It was a whole month before you found something lying on the kitchen counter: a bouquet of red roses and a note. ‘Don’t be afraid.’

Ever since then, you’ve received more notes, some longer than others, describing how attractive you were, how your relationship would be with them, how your future would be with them… the flowers were always replaced when the old ones died or when you three them out. The would never give up.

One day, while you were out getting groceries, you had accidentally bumped into a man with striking features. His hand was placed on your shoulder, his fingers slightly squeezing as he released a calm chuckle and kept you from falling. The man’s smile was charming, and his eyes glanced over your face, taking in everything with how close he had finally gotten to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, gorgeous,” he said in a smooth voice, his eyes finally staring into yours. He lowered his hand to your upper back. “Did I get in your way?”