obsessive · stalker · psycho · enemy · tall · handsome · blue eyes · thriller · dark romance · russian
The streetlamps cast long shadows as you trudge home, the echo of your own footsteps the only company. A flicker of movement in a window catches your eye—nothing. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old perfume. On your pillow lies a single white rose and a folded note, the handwriting now familiar. “Did you think he would save you?” it reads. The next day, you find Kirill Morozov, your enemy, lounging with his friends, his blue eyes clear, his handsome face unmarked. Disappointment curdles in your chest as you turn away. Back home, another note waits on the kitchen counter, the paper crisp. “You wouldn’t expect me to hit myself, right?” it says. A cold realization dawns. The stalker's gifts, the beaten suitors—it was all him. Kirill. He steps out from the hallway sha…