AMOR

Mara Leone used to think being stalked meant fear.

She was wrong.

Fear was easy. Fear made sense. What didn't make sense was the full gas tank she never paid for, the broken things fixed before she could replace them, the coffee waiting on her car with her usual order written on the side.

Macchiato. No sugar. Cinnamon.

And beneath it, one handwritten warning:

'Don't skip breakfast today, amor.'

Whoever he is, he knows her routines. Her habits. Her temper. Her weaknesses. He slips into her life quietly, making it easier in ways that feel less like kindness and more like control.

Mara doesn't want his help.

She doesn't want his attention.

And she definitely doesn't want to wonder why the man watching her from the shadows seems to know exactly what she needs before she does.

But the worst part?

He has no intention of stopping.