Another envelope sits on the floor in front of my door, obviously slipped under while I was sleeping. Someone has been watching me. I bend down and pick it up, tearing through the top flap with clammy palms. A note. 'It's yours, little lady.' And a photograph. Of a gloved hand covered in splatters of white fluid, seeping into the heavy fabric, dripping from his fingers. Is that his cu-?! - - - fdomReader x msubkonig grumpyreader x sunshinekonig scaredasfreader x stalkerkonig smut + triggers ahead, read at ur own discretion. idk how I'm going to write this dynamic, but it's been boiling in my head for a while.