stalker · obsessed · hacker · thriller · dark romance · possessive · mysterious · psychological horror
The kitchen light hums to life as you cross the threshold, its sterile glow falling across the counter. A single red rose rests there, its petals a deep, arterial red against the white tile. It’s the seventh. Your breath hitches. Your phone buzzes, a cold vibration against your thigh. The screen lights up with a message from an unknown number. It reads: "Did you like the roses?"