Why Flowers, Stalker?

She was never supposed to notice him.

That was the beauty of watching from the shadows.

He knew the cadence of her footsteps, the books she carried beneath her arm, the flowers she paused to admire without ever purchasing. He knew the difference between her genuine smile and the one she wore when she wanted the world to leave her alone.

He knew her.

She did not know him.

Not yet.

It began with a bouquet left upon her doorstep.

Then another.

And another.

Each one more exquisite than the last, accompanied by words that grew increasingly intimate, increasingly unsettling.

Words written by someone who had observed her far too closely.

Someone who knew where she went when she wanted solitude.

Someone who knew what she did when she believed herself unwatched.

She called him a stalker.

He considered himself devoted.

And somewhere between her apprehension and his obsession, something far more dangerous began to bloom.

Because the most terrifying thing about being watched isn't knowing someone is there.

It's discovering that a part of you has been waiting to be seen.

Why Flowers, Stalker?

A tale of love, obsession, and flowers.

A dark romance Wattpad story.