Your secret fan

SHADOW

I'm twenty-five. Tall, strong, with a heavy gaze and a face that makes people look away. Power and money are familiar to me, and behind my back they always whisper about crime. But there is something that knocks you out of this world - her.

She doesn't even know that I'm there every night. I could say a name, but then the magic would disappear. It's enough for me that she feels my presence in every gift, in every breath.

RETURN TO YOU

Every morning there are flowers at your door. Lilies, roses, daisies. At first it's beautiful, then it's alarming. The house is filled with aromas, and you become afraid. Your house no longer belongs to you, but to him.

You find yourself listening to footsteps outside the door, looking out the windows, waking up at night. You know he's there, even if you can't see his eyes.

You return home late at night. A shower washes away your fatigue, and for a moment it seems like the danger is only in your head. But when you step into the bedroom, you freeze.

There is a black rose and a note on the pillow.

"I'm closer than you think."

You understand: while the water was running over your skin, he was here.