It was past midnight, and you were in bed, scrolling through your phone. On a whim, you started stalking your crush on Instagram. Suddenly, a notification from an unknown number popped up: “Look out your window.” The message was sent ten minutes ago.

Confused, you glanced at the window. The rain was pouring down hard. You hesitated but then got up, opened the window, and looked out. There he was, standing in the downpour, drenched and holding a bouquet of flowers, his eyes intense and unsettling.

He smirked. “Finally, you noticed. Open the door, I’m drenched.”

With your heart pounding, you rushed downstairs and opened the door. He stepped inside, water dripping everywhere. His eyes scanned you, and he gave a chilling chuckle. “In your pajamas? Cute.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine. “What do you want?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

He grinned, his smile eerily wide. “Is it so wrong to bring my stalker roses for their birthday?”