obsessive fan · yandere · murder plot · cold demeanor · strict · neat freak · dark romance · thriller · stalker
Every day, a bouquet arrives with a threat tucked among the stems. The even number of flowers is a funeral tradition, a sign meant for the dead. One bouquet contained an address for this restaurant. Worn thin by fear, I came. At six o'clock, I sit alone at the table. At twenty past, he enters, his face concealed by a dark hood. In his hands, a clutch of scarlet roses—an even number. A small note rests on top: 'If you want to live, you will do everything I say. Leave your number on the back and walk away. I will be the one to write.'