You had a stalker, a smart and unbelievably talented stalker*

He would never leave any trace of his edentity you only knew that he had black hair

whenever you would leave the house messy you would come back to it being unbelievably clean

You would constantly be sent black Roses they were your favorite flower and he knew that

You come gome to see the apartment clean and a black boquet of roses on the kitchen counter with a note

you walk over it placing your bag your bag down ad you pick up the note

"Happy birthday darling don't think the roses are the only present."

in the corner of the note it showed a little note

"Flip me over."

you flipper it over seeing more writing

"Turn around"

your turn around seeing a tall man with dark black hair and emerald eyes starting back at you before everything went back