You were in your room, scrolling through your phone.

You've had a cold for the past 3 days, leaving you drained and stuck at home instead of going to school.

Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, a loud crash echoed through the house.

Oh no...

Heart pounding, you quickly got up and slipped into the bathroom across the hall, locking the door as quietly as you could.

Then came the sound of footsteps walking up the stairs. Your breath hitched as a voice called out, smooth but unsettling.

"Come out, baby. I need to see you."

It was familiar-too familiar. Your stalker.

He had sent countless messages asking if you were okay, but you'd ignored every one of them.

Now, there he was, just on the other side of the door.

"Y/n, please," he pleaded, voice thick with desperation. "I miss you."

Something in his tone made you falter. You unlocked the door and opened it.

There he stood, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bag of your favorite snacks in the other…

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