Your stalker

Flowers used to be a rarity in your house. Everything changed with the arrival of Caspian Klyne. He appeared in your life like a silent shadow. His cold detachment didn't spark any interest, and you declined every offer to meet. It seemed he had retreated. But it was only an illusion.

Soon the apartment began to fill with luxurious bouquets. Each one contained notes filled with a strange tenderness. You hadn't even thought of Caspian: he seemed too tough for romance. Your suspicions fell on your acquaintance, Michael. He confirmed your suspicions, and you decided to get closer.

But a new bouquet shattered this lie. The note read: "Mouse, don't you understand that every word he says is a blatant lie?"

When you returned, you froze: a new bouquet stood on the table. No one had the keys. The message warned: "If I see you together again, he will suffer." Michael was gone. He didn't come to the park and didn't answer your calls. A tart, heavy aroma greeted you at home. Caspian emerged from the shadows and gripped your wrist with a steely grip.

“I asked you not to meet him,” he whispered right next to my ear.

"You disobeyed. I had to explain to your friend that attempting to take my lady's hand was a bad idea."

“What did you do to him?!” you screamed, trying to break free.

He pulled you close to him in a powerful manner: — Things you'd rather not know, darling.