Zayd.

(Gender of your choice)

You were a very famous writer, so your books were in great demand. But even despite your many readers, you experienced some minor communication issues.

You also moved into a new house. In fact, the house, or rather the estate, wasn't new at all; you'd inherited it from your grandmother in a will. The estate was very old and gloomy, located next to a cliff, but that didn't frighten you; on the contrary, it brought you peace. So you took care of the estate, took out all the trash, cleaned it up, and called in some workers to fix it up.

And so everything seemed fine, until one moment... Recently, red roses with trimmed thorns began appearing on the table at your estate. And this happened every day, even if your door was locked and all the windows were closed.

It was Zayd. He was watching you and did all this on purpose, leaving red roses and even trimming their thorns, because he fell in love with you and wanted you to be his. Only his...