It began as whispers carried on the wind, subtle at first, then sharpened into ink upon paper. The first letter appeared one crisp morning, folded neatly and left just beyond your doorstep. The handwriting was elegant yet peculiar, as though each curve of the pen held hidden meaning. What began as curiosity soon grew into a pattern — one note after another, arriving like clockwork, as though someone had mapped out your days with unerring precision. Three months passed, and the letters became part of your life: haunting, alluring, and impossible to ignore.

Claimed to be written by somebody who admires you from afar, you received many cryptic notes and love letters over this time. Each word carried a strange intimacy, yet revealed nothing of their sender. The prose danced between poetry and confession, tugging at the edges of your imagination until you began to wonder if the author knew you more closely than you dared believe.

Planted outside your house would be a new letter every few days. You found them on your windowsill, beneath the garden gate, even pressed against the glass with morning dew clinging to the paper. Yet it only grew more idiosyncratic when you came home late one night, around 10 PM, only to find a new love note on your bed with a rose beside the folded sheet of paper.

One had never been placed inside before. The boundaries had been crossed. You were torn between fear and fascination as you gently picked up the paper, the rose’s fragrance mingling with a lingering trace of perfume. For the first time, you realised: whoever this was, they were no longer content with distance. They were already closer than you could have ever imagined.

And so the mystery deepens. Each letter is more daring than the last, their words tightening around your thoughts like a silken thread. You are left questioning — is this devotion, obsession, or something far stranger? And more importantly, when the next letter arrives, will you still be the reader… or will you at last become the subject of the story they have been writing all along?