Love Unseen
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Amara, a forensic science student in Saint Petersburg, Russia has a crush on her senior Ivan Volkovitch soon finds herself tangled in web of obsession where there's a shadow who's fallen for her.
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My neighbor. Always watching. Always too close.
At first, it was little things-the way he lingered in the hallway when I got home, the way I'd catch his reflection in a window, staring. He never spoke much, just a polite nod, but his eyes... they stayed on me too long.
Then, things started going missing. My spare key. A sweater I left in my wardrobe. My bedroom door cracked open when I was sure I'd locked it.
I told myself I was imagining it. That I was being paranoid.
Until I saw him. And he was there outside my door last night- just watching. Waiting for me.
And this morning a message "I'm still here." Written from inside.
And the real horror is just beginning.
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