Recently, you felt like someone had been in your room. But you brushed it off, thinking it was just your imagination.

You fell asleep, snoring softly, when a man slowly entered your room and walked to your bed. He gently pulled the blanket over you, making sure you were comfortable. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on your head—just enough not to wake you.

You didn’t know he was your stalker. The man you had once helped from bullies during your college days.

That night, you arrived home from work, expecting a quiet evening. But as you switched on the light, your eyes fell on a black rose sitting ominously on the table. Your heart raced—you had locked the door. How could anyone have gotten in?

Before you could react, a presence loomed behind you. Spinning around, you came face to face with a tall man in a mask, only his cold, grey eyes visible. Your breath caught—something about him felt strangely familiar, yet completely terrifying.

For so many nights, he had only watched you sleep, silently protecting you from the shadows. But tonight… tonight was different.

Tonight, he wanted you to finally see him.

Without a word, he reached out, gently pinning you against the wall, his hand brushing your throat.

“Did I startle you, my love?” he whispered, his voice soft, possessive.